Hell's Kitchen (uncensored)

Hell's Kitchen is a cooking reality show where Chef Gordon Ramsay puts aspiring chefs through different challenges and dinner services to decide who is the best. This is the uncensored international version which is available on DVD and broadcast in Canada, Australia and the United Kingdom.

Gordon: (takes a taste of the dish and spits it out) That is absolute dog shit. Have a little taste.

Andrew: (tastes the dish) Could use some salt.

Gordon: You think you're smart, do you?

Andrew: I have my moments.

Gordon: And how long have you been cooking?

Andrew: About ten years.

Gordon: What a waste of ten years. Get back in fucking line.

Gordon: (After tasting Ralph's dish) And what position are you?

Ralph: I'm the number one.

Gordon: You're the number one? With that shit? Back in line.

Gordon: First name?

Dewberry: Dewberry.

Gordon: Blueberry?

Dewberry: Dewberry.

Gordon: Oh, DEWberry. Bloody hell, I'm not sure which is worse.

[Ralph hands Gordon the first ticket of the night]

Gordon: [to Ralph] Now disappear.

Ralph: Yes, Chef.

Gordon: Blue Kitchen, on order four covers table 22 one risotto, two spaghetti, one soup, no cheese

Michael: Yes, Chef.

[The other four stand there and say nothing]

Gordon: That was pathetic! That was absolutely pathetic! I call out the first ticket, the big excitement and you stand there like five wimps. Five bloody wimps, I'll start again four covers table 22. One risotto, two spaghetti, one soup, no cheese.

Blue Team: Yes, Chef.

Narrator: Now the red kitchen's first entrées are about to go out. All that's left is a piece of salmon from the most experienced chef on the red team.

Gordon: Chris.

Chris: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Come here. You're an executive chef, right?

Chris: Yes, chef.

Gordon: What do you think of that?

Chris: It's a little fucked up, Chef.

Gordon: (slams the fish in Chris' chest) There you go. Sorry. I told you fucking earlier. Hello? And you knew it's fucked up.

Chris: You're right, Chef.

Gordon: And an executive chef doesn't serve shit like that do they?

Chris: I apologize, Chef.

Gordon: Yeah, you apologize. Don't you DO it again! Okay?

Chris: I'll start it again, Chef. (interview) I haven't gotten where I am today without having skills. I think Gordon recognizing talent is going to come with time.

Gordon: Send the whole fucking table back. The executive chef has just sent me an overcooked piece of shit. (interview) Chris has a huge chip on his shoulder. He's an executive chef which basically means you sit on your arse all day long. And clearly he's been doing that for the last ten years.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Jimmy]

Gordon: Jimmy, come here. (shows to Jimmy that the lamb was mangled) What have you done to that? Does that look good to you?

Jimmy: No, Chef.

Gordon: So if it doesn't look good to you, why are you serving it to me? That looks like a dog dinner. And you want me to serve that in there? And you want to walk away winning a restaurant?

Jimmy: No, Chef.

Gordon: (slams the lamb into Jimmy's whites) Fuck yourself. Get in the bin. Get that shit out of there. How can you do that? What do we talked about standards? What do we say about when it is not right?

Jimmy: If it doesn't look right, it doesn't go out.

Gordon: So you want that to go out?

Jimmy: No, Chef.

Gordon: Is that your best shot?

Jimmy: No, Chef.

Gordon: And what are you going to think of me tomorrow morning if you watched me serve that? You're going to think I'm the biggest arsehole in America, aren't you?

Jimmy: Yes, Chef.

Gordon: And you expect me to serve that?

Jimmy: No, Chef.

Gordon: For as long as I'm alive, big boy. I'll never going to serve that shit! (interview) My reputation's on the line. And I didn't come here to America to look second-best. (to Jimmy) Start it again!!

Andrew: How does this look, Chef Ramsay?

Gordon: What do you mean "How does this look?" Hey, Andrew, get out the habit. Come here you. I'm not going to run to you, I'm trying to run the hotplate here so would you be so kind to come and talk to me. Is that clear?

Andrew: (interview) I firmly believe that Chef Ramsay just doesn't like me.

Andrew: Is this acceptable chef?

Gordon: Yeah, listen to me. Did you hear my fucking question?

Andrew: Yes.

Gordon: Answer it! Okay?!

Andrew: Yes.

Gordon: Good, now what are you saying?

Andrew: I'm asking you if this looks acceptable.

Gordon: Right, get on the hotplate.

Andrew: (interview) You want to pick on me? Pick on me! I don't give a shit!

Gordon: And you think every time you want to ask me a question, fat fuck, that I'm going to run over there and talk to you while I'm trying to run the kitchen. You fucking come to me! Is that clear?

Andrew: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Now what was the question?

Andrew: Is this acceptable to you?

Gordon: I'll let you know. Now, fuck off! (interview) Andrew likes to learn the hard way. Kitchens are run on emotions. I may get upset. But the most important thing is, it's not personal.

Lady: Chef? Mr. Chef?

Gordon: Yes ladies?

Lady: You hurt my friend's feelings.

Gordon: I hurt your friend's feelings.

Lady: Yes, she's very upset

Gordon: Why?

Lady: Because you told her to fuck off.

Gordon: Oh really? Did I?

Lady: Yeah you did.

Gordon: Could you tell her that I meant it?

Lady: Yeah, I'll tell her.

Gordon: Jean-Philippe, s'il vous plait? Can you take these two ladies please back to plastic surgery?

Gordon: Because I'm standing in front of customers taking shit because of you!

Dewberry: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Get on your section and get those wellingtons out.

Dewberry: Yes, chef.

Dewberry: (interview) He was trying to get me to understand what the shortcomings were and about staying with the team and he was trying to get me to be I guess better than I am evidently. (sheds a tear.)

Gordon: He hasn't cooked anything because he's standing there. Now he wants to run back to his mommy.

[after a disapponting performance from both teams, Chef Ramsay decided to shut the kitchen down]

Narrator: After pizza was delivered and his maître d' was assaulted, Chef Ramsay has seen enough.

Gordon: Red team, shut the place down and clean down, yeah?

Red team: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (crosses over to the blue kitchen) Last table, shut it down. Everything off, yes? Stoves off, turn it off.

Gordon: Red team, three quarters of your diners really enjoyed the appetisers but nearly half your diners didn't receive their main course. In fact, and this is a real first for me. One of your tables was so frustrated, they phoned for a fucking pizza. And guess what? They ate it and the main course still hadn't come out. That is one not to forget.

Gordon: Dewberry, You're going home for one simple reason. You're a coward. You turned your back on your team after you screwed them.

Michael: It's something awful man, something from a cow that I shouldn't be eating. It tastes like a brain or something like that. I don't know. (Gordon laughs).

[The Blue team's storeroom has been locked for tonight's service. Once they unlock it and take the chickens out, Andrew tries to tape the latch of the door right when Scott passes by.]

Scott: What are you doing? Get that fucking tape off of there. Now get the fuck back in there! You think I'm fucking stupid?! I'm not stupid like you. Come here. You fucking guys fuck it up, and you get a punishment you don't fucking break it so it works for you. You blew it, pay the consequences! Got it?

Andrew: Yes, chef.

Scott: Why don't you try being as serious as these people are on your team instead of being a jerk? (takes the chickens back into the storeroom)

Ralph: Chef, I'm going to break those down right now.

Scott: No you're not, because Andrew just ruined it for you because he was taping the door. When you need them you gotta come in here and get one.

[Ralph and Andrew are up for elimination]

Gordon: You know, from the first day I met you, Andrew, you're not the kind of arrogant, big-headed little twat that likes to be steamrollered. Now you're telling me that Ralph manipulated your dish into becoming a poached halibut?

Jimmy: I'M TRYING TO FUCKING DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!

Gordon: Come here you. Come here you.

Jimmy: No!

Gordon: What do you mean no?

Jimmy: I'm trying to do them in the same time.

Gordon: Just calm down. Just calm fucking down.

Jimmy: I'm trying to do them both at the same time.

Gordon: Are you about to crack?

Jimmy: No.

Gordon: Don't fucking shout at me. What are you going to do?

Jimmy: I'm going to stay and finish.

Gordon: Calm down while I'm standing here pissed off. What about those fucking customers there then?

Jimmy: I'm trying for them.

Gordon: Just talk to me properly or fuck off! Is that clear?

Jimmy: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Right. Is the fish in the pan?

Jimmy: No, chef.

Gordon: Get it in the pan.

Jimmy: Yes.

Gordon: (sees Jessica's pan catching fire) Oh, fuck's sake! Jessica, what are you doing? Shut it down, yes? (the remaining chefs groaned) Yeah? (to the chefs) And I'm going to tell you why I'm going to shut it down, okay? Because two individuals let me down here tonight, you (Jimmy) are one of them and you're (Jessica) the other one. And you think that is bad, I'll tell you what, if you'll ever going to to make it. You'll have to take a lot more pressure than that. Shut it down. (to Jean-Philippe) Tell the customers, I'm closing the place down.

Gordon: I'm not going to agonize the pain any longer and if you think I'm going to stand here for the next hour, busting a gut, to get the filet, to get the halibut, then to get the veg, then to get the chicken without the sauce, then to get the sauce without the chicken, BANG! I've had enough! Shut it down!

Gordon: Okay, well done. Bloody well done. First time ever in Hell's Kitchen, we have completed a fully booked dining room. starters, mains and desserts. You three did it. (high fives the three chefs) Team, team and team. And last night, none of us had any sleep. 24 hours virtually. And do you know the most important thing about tonight's service? Did you see any food come back?

Michael: No way.

Gordon: No. Did you see any dishes come back? No, nothing. And do you know the most exciting thing for me from a chef's point of view? Every dish looked the same. Spot on. Well done. I am a very proud man.

Gordon: Well fuck me! We've toasted nuts for 29 minutes and then grated a coconut! (tastes her food) It's fine. (Virginia smiles) As far as rabbit food goes because it's all raw and crunchy.

[During prep, Tom is sweating into the boiled tomatoes]

Gordon: Tom!

Tom: Yes, chef?

Gordon: You're sweating in the fucking food! We're in danger of being closed down before we even open. Get it in the bin and start again.

Man: [Comes up to the hotplate] Gordon?

Gordon: Let me just serve this table.

Man: Why is there no pumpkin in my risotto?

Gordon: Right, can you get out of the way? One spaghetti, one risotto.

Man: I want the next pumpkin risotto.

Gordon: Oh? Are you always going to be that rude and interrupt when I'm trying to talk?

Man: I just want more pumpkin, that's all I want.

Gordon: Right, well I'll give you more pumpkin and I'll ram it right up your fucking arse! Would you like it whole or diced? Can we get security and get Knob back to the seat please, yes?

Man: I just want pumpkin.

Gordon: This has been open for an hour and a half. We have served fucking zero.

Polly: Yes, chef.

Gordon: I've put more food in the bin tonight than I've ever seen in 10 years!

[With Polly on appetizers, nothing has come out of the red kitchen in 90 minutes. Heather is now on appetizers and has brought them to the pass.]

Gordon: Service please.

Sara: Yay!!! [Heather tries to shush Sara] Sorry. Sorry.

Gordon: What's going on?

Heather: Nothing chef. Nothing chef.

Gordon: Who's shouting and screaming? Hey, Sara, let me just tell you something. You're not a fucking cheerleader so stop acting like one. Because we have nothing to fucking smile about. And listen, ladies, that has been one hour and forty minutes for four starters. And personally I wouldn't laugh or scream or start wetting your knickers because that is fucking embarrassing.

Heather: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Just take one good look at yourselves in the mirror because it's a fucking disgrace!

Virginia: What do you guy think we should do about the sauce?

Rachel: What have you got?

Virginia: I have a whole bunch of lamb stock and...

Maryann: This is veal stock! This isn't lamb stock, this is veal stock. There's no way in hell we can pass this off as fucking lamb sauce.

Virginia: (interview) I was totally desperate. Desperate enough to go over to the other team and ask them for some lamb stock. [crosses into the blue kitchen and goes over to Giacomo] May I have some lamb stock, please?

Giacomo: I don't think so.

Keith: (laughs) No way! Get out!

Virginia: Please, you guys?

Keith: No way.

Virginia: You guys don't want to share any with me? You guys don't know if you might need something in the future.

Keith: I don't give a fuck.

Virginia: (interview) It was horrible. It was horrible. No matter what I did, something was messed up.

Gordon: Four minutes to the window, one spaghetti, one Salad of Saint-Jacques.

Gabe: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Four minutes?

Gabe: We need two quails chef with that?

Gordon: Two quail? Gabe.

Gabe: No, no, I know chef.

Gordon: Shut the fuck up?

Gabe: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Would you mind not being so rude?!

Gabe: Yes, chef.

Gordon: There's quail nowhere on that ticket! Just listen. Concentrate!

Gabe: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Four minutes to the window! One spaghetti of lobster, one scallops!

Gabe: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Now, would you like me to fucking e-mail that to your BlackBerry?

Gabe: No, chef.

Gordon: MOVE YOUR ARSE!

Gordon: Oh, my God almighty! (to Maribel after she spilled the spaghetti) Right now, what I suggest you should do is buy a restaurant and put one table in there. Any more than that, you'd be fucked!

Gordon: One duck and one chicken!

Tom: I have a duck and a chicken ready for it's sides.

Gordon: [to Giacomo] And taste that. Taste that there. Why has he fried the cabbage?

Scott Leibfried: I don't know chef.

Gordon: It's like glue! Is that what you want to do is to start sticking things in there?

Giacomo: No chef.

Gordon: So, you agree it tastes like shit.

Giacomo Yes sir, and I still served it.

Gordon: You still served it?

Giacomo: Sorry, chef.

Gordon: Hey, hey, and you want a restaurant in Vegas?

Giacomo: A lot of work to do chef.

Gordon: Hey, why don't you become a hairdresser? Prancing around with women's hair?

Giacomo: Sorry, chef.

Gordon: Now get the cabbage on.

Man: All I want to know is we're going to eat tonight or not.

Gordon: Honestly, for the first time in my fucking cooking career, yeah? I'm in a kitchen with Muppets.

[the customers have left Hell's Kitchen]

Gordon: Ladies, just come here. Just stand there and tell what you see in the dining room. [crosses over to the blue kitchen] Hey, you, hello? Gabe. You, (to Tom) Sinbad. Shut it. (to Giacomo) Mop-head, hello? Just come here all four of you. Just stand there and tell what you see in the dining room. Right in front of your very own eyes, a death of a restaurant. [cuts to the empty dining room] Pathetic. Shut it down!

Gordon: (to Garrett) There's not even an ounce of salt in there. Are you serious? We can't send any food? Garrett? Garrett? Unless you tasted anything. If you haven't tasted your own fucking food, what chance have you got?

Garrett: None.

Gordon: I'd rather fuck off for a burger!

Gordon: (on Maribel's potatoes) Maribel, what is that?

Maribel: It's mashed potatoes, chef.

Gordon: Tell me why is it gone like glue? Missy, I'd get some fresh one if I was you.

Maribel: (to her team mates) Do we have any more potatoes, guys?

Gordon: Oh, dear. You know what? If that's the last thing in this country to eat, I'll fucking starve.

Gordon: Service please, where's the wellington?

Tom: It was a little too pink

Gordon: Oh no, oh come on, it's a little too pink. Keith

Keith: Four minutes chef

Gordon: Four minutes to the window thank you. Tom, do you realise what's going on here?

Tom: Yes, people are communicating

Gordon: Yeah that's right, first thing turn around and Chef four minutes to the window you, [gets in to a chipmunk pose]"A little pink". What fucking line of communication is that on?

Gordon: (to Tom) This order here is 7:35. Hello? Hey, listen. Stop! Come here, you idiot! NOW I'VE FUCKING HAD ENOUGH! What I'm trying to tell you in your fucking eyeballs that the quail in the spaghetti now and you're putting the quail in.

Tom: No, I have the one's there.

Gordon: THAT'S FOR THAT FUCKING ORDER THERE!!! [pounds the counter which shakes the entire restaurant.] You're not bothered, are you? It doesn't hurt, does it?

Tom: No, it does. I can't yell. I can't cry. All I have to do is do it. [Tom's meat pan catches fire.]

Gordon: Get on the meat section and stand next to him, and don't let him cook a fucking thing! And you, open those big eyes and watch what the fuck this guy is doing.

Tom: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Shut it and watch!

Tom: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Shut it!!

Tom: I'm waiting on...

Gordon: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU!! YOU DONKEY!!!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Virginia]

Gordon: Virginia!

Virginia: Yes, chef?

Gordon: What is that there? What is the wellington requested?

Virginia: Medium.

Gordon: What is that?

Virginia: I thought it was medium, but it's my bad.

Gordon: Here we go again. What is that?

Virginia: I thought it was medium, chef.

Gordon: What is that?!

Virginia: Rare?

Gordon: Rare, that's right gold-star!

Gordon: Missy.

Rachel: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Why are you glazing it with butter and not egg wash?

Rachel: It was egg wash, sir.

Gordon: What's that in there?

Rachel: That's egg.

Gordon: Egg yolk or egg white?

Rachel: Egg white?

Gordon: Oh, no. Have they all been glazed all night with egg white?

Rachel: Wrong thing evidently.

Gordon: Oh, no. Why are wellingtons going in now?

Virginia: We ran out, chef.

Gordon: You ran out?

Virginia: Yes.

Gordon: Oh, fuck me! Ladies, I personally don't want to do this anymore. I'm fed up with your shit, I'm fed up with your shit. You've been a fucking letdown the minute you started cooking.

Virginia: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Then you LIED to me that the turbot's on route when she (Sara) hasn't even got it out of the fucking fridge! Do you want to continue like this?

Virginia: No, chef.

Gordon: Fuck the lot of you. Is that clear?

Red Team: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Fuck the lot of you!

Rachel: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (pounds the counter) You! Come here, you. (to Keith) Fat fuck. (to Tom) Hey, doughnut. Come here, you. Hey, ladies, come here. Let me tell you something, (takes off his apron and throws it at Tom) There you go! (throws his towel at Tom) There you go! I've had enough! I've had ENOUGH! I cannot believe you're actually attempting to fucking win a restaurant! Get back in your fucking dorms! And hello, by the time you get back in here, from the blue team, nominate someone that's going tonight. And from the red team, come back with someone that's leaving. NOW GET OUT! OUT!! LEAVE THE STOVES!!

Sara: It's overcooked. Little too much production on the sauce chef and you can see bones.

Gordon: What's your verdict?

Maribel: It's dry and tastes a little burned.

Gordon: Yeah, it's shit! A little burned?! Fuck me! Do you need some glasses? (to Jean-Philippe) Ask one of the customers for his fucking glasses. There, table seven, he's got them (to Rachel) And what's in it for you?

Rachel: It's overcooked.

Gordon: Pssss...fuck off will you?

Virginia: All right, let's do it again guys, come on. (Jean-Philippe returns with a pair of glasses)

Gordon: There they are. There's the gentleman's glasses. I'm serious now! Does anyone need a pair of glasses? Fuck off, Jean-Philippe. Did you really think I was going to go out there with the quail, burned to a cinder? (Rachel doesn't answer) Did you really think I was going to send that? I need to know in your mind. Did you actually think I was going to serve that? (Still no answer) Come here, you, come here. (leads Rachel into the pantry) What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to go home?

Rachel: Ahem.

Gordon: No, no, tell me now!

Rachel: I will not let you down tonight.

Gordon: You already have! I want to pull it back!

Rachel: I will get you through entrées.

Gordon: I know damn well you can do it. I can see it in your eyes. I can identify with the hunger but right now, missy, there's just a blonde empty fucking head.

Rachel: I won't let you down.

Gordon: Get it together, communicate, open up and start talking to me. Now move!

Rachel: Yes, chef.

Gordon: This is your time now to step up and get your team together.

Keith: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Those two, yeah? Are cooking like donkeys. Come on! Donkey's Kitchen, should we change the fucking logo? D.K.?

Garrett: No, chef.

Gordon: Where's the cabbage? Come on, Garrett! Keith and Garrett! You're just got all quiet! None of you are working as a team! Where's the lamb sauce?!

Heather: Where is it, man?

Garrett: Just give me a fucking minute!

Gordon: WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!!

Heather: Right here, chef.

Garrett: Lamb sauce is coming up.

Gordon: There's just nothing coming together!

Garrett: Right here, chef.

Gordon: Thank you very much.

Garrett: Not a problem, chef.

Gordon: Oh, fuck off you, you fat useless sack of fucking yankee-danky-doodle shite. Fuck off will you please, yeah?

Gordon: Deep down inside, you've got a big amount of talent there, you know that. But my biggest problem is no one's noticed it properly. Has anyone ever told you how good you could be?

Keith: No, chef.

Gordon: You can cook, big man, you know that. The first hour and a half of service, you were running it. Then you made one stupid mistake. The quicker you get rid of the attitude, you're going to shine.

Gordon: That's what it is! It's raw fish! It's fucking sliced! We still can't get that out!

[Gordon checks on duck salad brought up by Garrett]

Gordon: What in the fuck is that? What is this?! Get me a duck salad now!

Garrett: (takes the plate back) I got another one on the way chef.

Gordon: Why did you serve me that? We're doing so well?! (to Keith) Keith, if there's a time you need to get a grip for your team, it's right now!

Narrator: The red team has moved on to entrées and Sara has brought her lamb...

[Sara delivers her lamb to the pass, Gordon checks it]

Gordon: What's that?

Narrator: ...to the slaughter.

Gordon: What the fuck is that? Missy (Sara), Just what are you doing with the lamb?

Sara: I'm learning, chef.

Gordon: You're learning?

Sara: Yes, chef.

Gordon: What do you mean you're learning?

[flashback to when the red team creates their own menu]

Gordon: Sara! What is going on? Are you fucking blind?

Sara: No, chef.

Gordon: What is that? In your... What are you... I don't know what the fuck you're doing! That is not going anywhere, missy!

Sara: Okay.

Gordon: Except in the fucking bin!!

[Gordon asks for Sara's lamb in the red kitchen]

Gordon: Where is the lamb?

Sara: It's working, chef.

Gordon: I'm about to send the third table of entrées from the blue team and I still haven't got the lamb out from the red team!

Sara: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Now, it's turning into a fucking big embarrassment!

Sara: Yes, chef!

Gordon: And I'll kick you out any minute now unless you give me a fucking lamb!

Sara: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Sara! Come here, missy!

Sara: Yes, chef?

Gordon: I don't know if you're color-blind or you've got a problem with your fucking contact lenses, that is blood. Look, it's blood! They want it medium, it's still fucking rare! (pounds the counter)

Sara: Yes, chef!

Gordon: There's blood everywhere! We still haven't sent an entrée from the red team.

Sara: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe at the pass) Take the lamb off the menu. Stop it! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!! (to Sara) You don't DARE cook any more lamb, Jean-Philippe has taken so much flak at the back of your inconsistency!

Sara: Hmm.

Gordon: If you're going to grill a salmon Sara, you don't tie it and fucking stuff it together. That is the third dish from the red team that is totally impractical. Can we just cut the salmon into a slice without fucking around?

Gordon: You're pissing around with something that is not working! Is that fucking clear?

Sara: Yes, chef.

Gordon: IT'S FUCKING RARE!! Just stop! [calls the blue team who have just completed their service] Blue team, come here! All of you! I'm so fucking determined to have a successful completed service. I've got 11 tables waiting for main courses from the red team! You (the blue team) get on the sections and work together!

Sara: Thank you, chef.

Gordon: I personally don't want to stick around for pretty more shit. (exits the kitchen in disgust) A fucking embarrassment.

Gordon: If you saute scallops in a nonstick pan, they won't stick. That's why it's called FUCKING NONSTICK!!! (Gordon's voice goes falsetto on the "STICK") I don't know what nonstick means in Texas sweetheart, but fuck me!

Sara: Yes, chef!

Narrator: Hoping to satisfy Chef Ramsay, Garrett rushes his chicken to the pass.

Gordon: Garrett, the chicken is raw!

Garrett: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You're going to kill someone!

Narrator: Garrett has just brought a dish to the pass that is not only inedible but downright dangerous.

Gordon: You knew it's raw!

Garrett: I'm doing it because it's faster chef. It's the only reason.

Gordon: Faster?! You've always got a fucking answer for everything!

Garrett: I'm just trying to...

Gordon: Shut it! YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN WHITE!!

[a woman comes up to the hotplate demanding for food]

Lady: How long will I wait for my beef?

Gordon: Would you mind taking your breasts off my hotplate? Look at that. How will I serve food with those fucking things there?

Lady: Oh what the fuck, you?! [throws a plate full of food on the tray; angrily pushes a tray; leaves the restaurant]

Gordon: Security, please!

Gordon: (to Sara) Missy, how many scallops are you serving per portion?

Gordon: Hey, what do you mean come on? I want you to come on! I want you to wake up!

Sara: Chef, I told you and they're resolving it now and all I can do is give you the turbot. I have the salmon in the fridge and there's only 2!

Gordon: That's right! And whose fucking fault was it?! Don't get fucking upset with me in my fucking kitchen when you're standing there sulking because you fucked the salmon!

Sara: I'm not sulking chef.

Gordon: Yeah, you're finished. Heather, get on the fish please and do something for her yeah?

Sara: No, chef.

Gordon: So wake up and get it back together!

Sara: I don't need to be replaced chef!

Gordon: Then tell her then.

Sara: I don't need to be replaced.

Gordon: There you go.

Sara: (interview) I screwed up one fucking table with one fucking salmon. I wasn't beat. Don't get up all about my crotch about shit.

Gordon: Virginia, you're no longer safe!

(Virginia and Sara are nominated for elimination.)

Gordon: Virginia, you won the challenge. I guaranteed you a place in the final three. If you want to go, that is your choice. If you decide to stay, I'll send Sara home.

Virginia: I understand what you're telling me that I want to be in the final three because I deserve to be in the final three, not because you're a man of your word. Not because of a friggin challenge. I want to be there because I deserve to be.

[Virginia and Keith are nominated for elimination while Heather is advancing to the final round.]

Gordon: This...is quite possibly the toughest decision I've had to make. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight and will not be advancing to the final two is........Keith. What I am looking for is a leader. And personally big boy, you're not ready. Give me your jacket.

Keith: (gives Gordon his jacket.) So you're saying that Virginia's a better leader than me? I've been leading the whole time. Whatever station you told me, through the line with people that didn't know anything.

Gordon: I personally don't think you're ready to lead.

Keith: I personally think that you have a hard on for Virginia.

Gordon: Why did you have to be so fucking rude?

Keith: Because you're rude to me all the time.

Gordon: So? Now I've definitely know I've made the right decision. So your attitude does stink.

Aaron: My name's Aaron. Well you already know my name because it's on my shirt!

Gordon: Get that fucking donkey out of there!

Narrator: 45 minutes into dinner service and Eddie's spaghetti has brought the blue kitchen to a standstill so Chef Ramsay turns to the women for a little hope.

Gordon: Spaghetti, scallops how long?

Bonnie: 3 minutes, chef.

Gordon: (sees what Bonnie is doing) What are you doing? What are you doing?

Bonnie: I'm doing 3 scallops, chef.

Gordon: See? I called one spaghetti, one scallops, then she's doing three scallops.

Bonnie: I thought I heard... I'm sorry. Okay, one scallop.

Gordon: Are you a dumb blonde?!

Bonnie: (interview) I feel like I'm the one that everybody sees as the idiot in the group, so I'm always trying to prove everybody wrong.

Gordon: Fucking Barbie.

[Gordon checks on Dover soles brought up by Vinnie]

Gordon: Vinnie!

Vinnie: Yes, chef?

Gordon: I thought by this stage you'd tell me the truth. I'm telling you, one nicely cooked there, yeah? And one that is cooked to fuck.

Vinnie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon tastes Eddie's risotto at the pass]

Gordon: Eddie! Oh, no. Oh, no! (returns to the workstation) ALL OF YOU! Taste it! It's inedible! It's way too peppery and you wouldn't even serve it to a fucking pig! (to Eddie) Get off the section! Get off!

Eddie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon tastes Brad's risotto at the pass]

Gordon: Taste that. It's overcooked and peppery, Brad! Fucking wake up will you please, yes? That's the second one by two different cooks. One fucking risotto as quick as possible please.

Brad: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Josh, what are you doing there? What are you doing there with that chicken there? Is that dry?

Gordon: What is that? (shows the egg to Josh) Wha-what is that? What is that? [slams the raw egg in Vinnie's whites] Fuck off, will you? Fuck off! Okay?

Rock: (interview) He slammed that shit right in Vinnie's...chest and Vinnie tensed up and he was about to bust and all I could think was, "Oh, my God. Do not lose your head."

Gordon: Fuck off! Hey, why did you let it go when you know it's not fucking ready?

Vinnie: I screwed up again chef.

Gordon: Hey, look at me now. You've now just confirmed to my mind, you're not trustworthy. So fuck you!

Vinnie: (interview) It's tough to bite your tongue. I just figured take it, it's the only way to win and you'll be alright.

Gordon: Start the fucking table again.

Jen: Julia, what you got in here is enough for two orders.

Julia: Okay.

Jen: I'm going to toss all this (spaghetti) out. (Dumps it in the garbage.)

Gordon: Away next, scallop, risotto, spaghetti yes?

Julia: Ladies, spaghetti!

Jen: You need more spaghetti Julia? Oh, I fucking just tossed it! Let me just get it. I'll get it. I'll get it. (interview) We had an order for spaghetti and I threw out what we had and I just decided to retrieve the spaghetti from the top of the garbage and washed it. 212 (degrees) kills the bacteria and I decided to serve it.

Julia: Where did you get it from?

Jen: The garbage on top.

Julia: Oh no, no, no. No way. (interview) Who in the world picks food out of the trash? You can't just do anything in the heat of the moment.

Gordon: (not having seen what Jen did) How long Julia?

Julia: Six minutes chef.

Gordon: Oh dear.

Narrator: Julia's quality control kept garbage from being served and Jen should consider herself lucky Chef Ramsay didn't witnessed her mistake. Meanwhile in the blue kitchen, the pressure is on Josh and Brad to get out some entrées.

Gordon: Let's do two wellingtons, one turbot. Lets go.

Brad: Josh, did you hear that? I'm going on two wellingtons. Can you, I need you guys to go.

Josh: That's not a problem. How long on the wellingtons?

Brad: I can go right now.

Josh: No, I can't.

Brad: You can't? I need to pull this out then.

Gordon: Hey, JOSH!!

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Fucking little bastard. Hey, are you just trying to sabotage them?

Josh: No way, chef.

Gordon: So that it makes you look good?

Josh: No way, chef.

Gordon: Who's the first person you should be telling?

Josh: I should talk to him (Brad), chef. I should talk to meat station. It was my fault, chef. (defensively) No sabotage. (interview) I wasn't trying to sabotage. Are you crazy?

Gordon: You deserve a kick in the nuts.

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Hey, start the fucking table again.

[Gordon notices Brad scraping off the bottom of a burnt wellington]

Josh: Brad, two minutes.

Brad: Yes, no go in two minutes 45 seconds.

Gordon: Hold on, there's someone being dishonest. Lift the bottom of the wellington over. (Brad does so) Oh come on. You give me them anemic bits of shit, I'll fucking throw them up your arse sideways. (kicks a bin) Where's your fucking brain? I just cannot believe this! Can we have the two main courses TOGETHER?!!! (kicks the bins) SHIT!!! Ohhhhhhhh.

[Gordon asks for wellingtons in the red kitchen]

Gordon: Where's the wellington? How long?

Jen: (comes up to Gordon) My wellingtons are going to be overdone.

Gordon: OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! OH, COME ON!!

[cuts to the dining room]

Male diner: I'm not waiting another minute for my main course.

Gordon: Seventeen [wellingtons] on order and you've got three to send. We're fourteen-short!

Jean-Philippe: (to a female diner) You don't want to stay a bit longer?

Female diner: Uhm, no.

[the customers have begun leaving. Jean-Philippe returns to the pass]

Jean-Philippe: Chef, they are all walking out. To the left and 12, 14, from both sides, chef.

Gordon: (to the red team) Stop! (calls the blue team) Come here! Hey, hello, chef (Josh), sabotage! Your tables are now getting up and leaving! Fuck off, will you, yeah?! [gets the tickets from the pass, crumples them and throws them away] Get out! GET OUT!!!

[after the service in which the Red team lost]

Gordon: Fucking hell! I still smell that [rancid] crab!

Gordon: Not only did Joanna serve rancid crab that could've seriously made a customer ill, she completely gave up, screwed her team, and if you can't handle one individual section, you got no chance of running a business.

Gordon: Vinnie, come on chef. Look, raw pastry's trimmed off the bottom. That's the shit you don't send to the customers. It's still left on. Tell him to trim them please?

Rock: Trim them real quick.

Gordon: Chef Vinnie!

Vinnie: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Look at me. Can you trim it properly?

Vinnie: Yes, chef.

Gordon: And bring it to the hotplate and cut the pastry with a straighted knife. Donkey! Is it every other one is right? Or is it one in three is right?

Vinnie: No, chef. This one's perfect.

Gordon: This one's perfect. What have you overcooked? How much have you binned?

Vinnie: I fucked a lot up but I'm on it now.

Gordon: (seeing Vinnie's wasted meat) Oh, no!

Vinnie: (interview) I kept my own private garbage bin on my station and I had six wellington orders and one chicken in my bin.

Gordon: Hey, a restaurant wouldn't even open with that. You'd close it before you got anywhere. [slams the tray on Vinnie's station]

Vinnie: (interview) It was a mistake. It's an expensive mistake.

Gordon: OH, FUCK ME SENSELESS!!

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pasta]

Jean-Philippe: Table 20, spaghetti undercooked chef.

Gordon: Blue, yes?

Jean Philippe: Oui chef.

Gordon: Where's fucking pretty-boy sushi man (Josh), where is he?

Josh: Right here, chef.

Gordon: Complaint, raw Spaghetti. No don't fucking... (grunts) What the fuck is all that? What do you think you are? WWF wrestling? Dick! Taste it!

[Gordon gathers both teams to the pass]

Gordon: Let me just tell you something: The customers are deciding which team is winning this evening. Your fate is in their hands, yet you still send crap! One more dish back, and I'm going to fucking shut it down. Now, get a grip!

Melissa: (pushing in next to Julia) What's the problem? Julia, ask me if you have any questions.

Bonnie: Alright...

Julia: What is your problem, Melissa?

Melissa: You're supposed to listen to me, not Bonnie.

Bonnie: (interview) Excuse me?!

Melissa: Check in on your duck, Julia. You took it out of the oven.

Julia: Yeah, so it won't burn.

Melissa: I think you should stick it back in, just for a little while.

Julia: But it's already medium.

Melissa: Guys, all the food has to be plated hot. I'm assuming that you have just a little bit of knowledge of how to cook...

Julia: Don't assume!

Melissa: ...otherwise, you shouldn't be here.

Julia: I thought that you knew how to cook, too!

Bonnie: (to herself) I am above all this.

[cut to Rock, who is standing in the storeroom by the red kitchen]

Rock: Argue, argue. Hell's Bitches, Hell's Bitches. Yes!

[Both teams have been cooking meals for a wedding reception in Hell's Kitchen]

Gordon: This menu is a crucial, critical menu. Did you use the time wisely?

Red Team: No, chef.

Gordon: What? No?

Bonnie: Too many people were arguing on our team chef.

Gordon: Oh, come on, ladies. Why are we arguing Julia on such an important occasion?

Julia: Because there was one person who wanted to run around and do every single thing.

Gordon: Who was in charge?

Melissa: I'm in charge, but unfortunately I can't do everything at once. I need help.

Gordon: Stop. I didn't put you in charge, madam. You're standing there acting like some jumped up little cavewoman. Today's challenge quite frankly was a team effort. Let's hope what you have produced in the last hour is delicious.

[The teams are tied one to one in the wedding reception challenge]

Narrator: Now it all comes down to the meat entrée.

Rock: (interview) Tied 1-1. All the pressure is riding on...me.

Gordon: Third and final dish. Please present the meat entrées.

Melissa: (to Jen) We shouldn't send it.

Gordon: Please present the meat entrées together.

Rock: Ready, Jen?

Melissa: Jen, don't send it. Don't.

Gordon: Melissa, I don't know what you're trying to do, or whether you're trying to upset our guests. But right now, I'm starting to get pissed. Now will you send your food?!

Rock: Let's go. (Rock and Jen bring the meat entrées to the table.)

Gordon: Right. Domes off. (Rock and Jen reveal their dishes, Jen's dish is a small dried up duck breast on a bare plate.) Alright... okay... ahem...

Bonnie: (interview) There are no words to say how humiliating it was serving a piece of shit duck to a husband and wife to be. I really wanted to disintegrate.

Gordon: Oh dear. Jen.

Jen: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Describe the dish.

Jen: That's a duck breast... um...

Gordon: First of all, I'm deeply embarrassed.

Jen: I am as well. (interview) I was so embarrassed you know. They probably think I cooked it. I had nothing to do with that!

Gordon: Rock, please explain.

Rock: We have a dry aged rib eye that's been pan seared and served with wild mushroom cream sauce.

Gordon: I'm so sorry. Nobody's going to be eating that, are they? (Takes the duck away and covers it with a napkin, then looks at the Red Team in disgust)

Carlotta: (tasting the rib eye) This is delicious. That's great.

Cyrus: Definitely.

Narrator: Rock's rib eye easily beats the women's lame duck and the men win their first challenge in Hell's Kitchen.

Josh: (interview) Two things are happening right now. Number one, we finally got a win and we feel great about it. Number two, it's open hunting season on chicks and we're about to start picking them off one by one.

Gordon: My, er, apologies, and we'll do all that we can to make sure it's a very special day. Thank you for joining us for the tasting.

Carlotta: Thank you. (She and Cyrus leave)

Gordon: (to the Red Team) You four Hell's Bitches, I am embarrassed. I don't think I've ever, EVER been so embarrassed inside this restaurant in my entire life. That was a joke! You should be ashamed. All four of you are going to work your arses off. Get. Out. My. Sight!

[During preperation for the wedding reception, Melissa has burned a potato dish and has to redo it]

Gordon: They are getting fucking married! I can't stop the church!

Gordon: (to Josh) You still look fabulous by the way, yeah? You should be covering GQ you, front cover, "Captain Dick".

Josh: (interview) Chef wants to put me on the cover of GQ. That's fine and good. But what I'm waiting for is for him to put me in charge of Green Valley Ranch.

[During the wedding reception, the wedding MC (Francisco) comes to the pass to demand faster service from Gordon]

Francisco: Gordon?

Gordon: (calls the waiters) Service, please! (to Francisco) Can you get out of the fucking way? I'm trying to serve food. You get out of the way. Stand out of the fucking way!!

Francisco: Okay, I think that went well.

[Melissa has been struggling throughout service]

Gordon: Just come here. Can you stop pissing around? Stand up straight. What is your game here today? What is your fucking game? Something just happened to you. You just switched off completely. You're turning into a right little bitch!

Gordon: Losers, unfortunately, your punishment is at the other end of the spectrum. It's incredibly unglamourous. I can't think of any worse place to be. Today, I'm looking for everything that's possible to be recycled from every garbage bin inside this restaurant.

Rock: I've never seen anything inside of a garbage can that should be taken out. I might find this a little difficult.

Gordon: I can guarantee that within one hour, you'll find something.

Rock: (interview) Chef Ramsay tells us that they get to go to In Touch magazine and we have to dig through some fucking trash. I grew up in the ghetto in the hood. I ain't never been in no trash.

Brad: Let's take our punishment like gentlemen.

Gordon: Brad, thank you for being a man.

Brad: Thank you chef.

Rock: I guess I'm not a man. (starts throwing and slamming stuff as the blue team cleans up the kitchen) (interview) I'm pissed off! That was the dumbest fucking decision I've seen! That was bullshit!

Brad: (interview) Rock, he was pissed. Pissed to the point where I thought he was going to flip out.

Rock: What kind of shit is that?

Brad: (interview) The lobster thought he flipped out.

Rock: Lobster bisque. You can get that shit at motherfucking Corner Bakery! (interview) You can go everywhere and get a fucking lobster soup! A grilled bullshit salad with some fucking apple! ORIGINALITY!! BE CREATIVE!!

Rock: And they get the fucking win! (interview) They're not creative over there and we lose?! What the fuck is original about a crab and lobster bisque?! NOTHING!!!

Melissa: Does Rock always get this mad?

Brad: I've never seen Rock like that.

Josh: Never.

Gordon: Brad?

Brad: Yes, Chef?

Gordon: Two appetizers, you served me three. It's not a good start, guys. Water's not boiling properly for the fucking pasta, I call away a spaghetti and a fucking sea bass, I get a risotto as a little gift I don't fucking need. Stop panicking!

Gordon: Is the mashed potatoes ready yet?

Josh: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Hey, Scott. It looks like gloopy and runny, it's like he's pouring it into a fucking bowl! [bangs the overhead which shakes the entire restaurant] (to Josh) Hey, come here. Do we put salt in the potatoes?

Gordon: No, no, NOOOOO!!! Right Rock, listen to me, no choice now. Stop the veg, get on the fish. You! (referring Melissa) Oy! Oy! Get on the garnish. Get the fuck off of there! GET OFF!!!

[An entire table of entrées has returned to the blue kitchen and Gordon has had it]

Gordon: What's the matter?

Jean-Philippe: Lobster's chewy, chef. And the beef overdone.

Gordon: Ohhhh, no. The whole fucking six top returned. Hello, look at me. Thanks (Melissa) for overcooking the monkfish. Thanks (Josh) for shafting me on the mashed potatoes, and thanks (Brad) for being a twat on the appetizers. It's just so sad. Shut it down! Clear down.

Man: What about dessert?

Jean-Philippe: When it's closed, it's closed.

Man: Fuck that!

Gordon: Brad, tonight you were shit. In fact, you were worse than shit. You complimented shit.

Gordon: With Melissa, she's very assertive, and she sounds like a leader, but unfortunately, she doesn't cook like a leader.

Gordon: Hello! Hey, hey, hey! We haven't got the garnish now! The team's not working together and I'm getting a little bit pissed now! Not one of you talking, see what's happening!

Julia: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You're just screwing your-fucking-selves!

Julia: I see what's happening.

Gordon: NO ONE'S EVEN TALKING TO EACH OTHER!!![kicks the bins]

Gordon: [to Josh] Where's the lamb? How long please? HOW LONG PLEASE?!!

Josh: Lamb's coming right now, chef.

Gordon: Let's go.

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Hey, you. Hey, donkey.

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: One's nicely cooked yeah colored, one's boiled. Fuck off, will you? So we're under pressure now and this is where it separates the fucking chef from a donkey! Come here! Let me tell you something.

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Let me tell you something in your ear. YOU CAN'T COOK! That's what's just been confirmed to me.

Josh: Yes, chef! (interview) I'm working app(etizer)s tonight. I'm totally 100% confident in myself to get the team started off with a bang. (to his team mates) Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Gordon: [finds that Josh has cooked risotto ahead] Why is the risotto on? We haven't given one away. How long has that been on there for?

Josh: That's been on there for four minutes. These were on there earlier. They're going away.

Gordon: [finds that Josh has cooked five other risottos] Fucking h-- how many are you doing? Can someone stop this guy? You've started panicking my man-- How many fucking risottos are you doing up front? Look at all these pans!

Josh: Yes, chef.

Gordon: What is going on? Let me just tell you something, we've opened, we haven't served anything yet and we've lost money. What a fucking doughnut!

Gordon: Yeah, you can fuck yourself! Look at that there, look at that. There you go. Come on! Oh, fucking hell. Three more scallops in! It takes one minute to sauté the scallops. Is that what we serve in Hell's Kitchen?

Rock: Not at all chef.

Gordon: We're going from fucking bad to worse man.

Bonnie: (interview) It just seemed so comical. Rock and Josh aren't doing well.

Gordon: (rips Josh's jacket open) Take that off and FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! Get out! Get out! Hey, you, leave the jacket and GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! (throws a spoon at Josh) [follows Josh to the back area; Josh takes his jacket off] Give me the jacket!

Josh: I'm giving you it.

Gordon: Give me the FUCKING jacket! (Gordon takes the jacket from Josh, crumples it up and throws it into the storeroom) Fucking useless sack of shit! Get out!! GET OUT!!!

Josh: (interview; imitates a bomb falling and exploding) I would've given my right arm to stay in this service and keep fighting. I came here with a dream to win. And it appears it's over. It appears that Green Valley Ranch is not in my future. Dreams over guys.

Narrator: The four remaining chefs have managed to move on to desserts. But the moment is anything but sweet.

Rock: What is this? Is this yours?

Jen: That's the ice cream base. Put it over there if you could on the sink. [Rock puts the base on the counter where Bonnie is working. Jen reaches in front of Bonnie for the container.] Asshole!

Scott Leibfried: (to Josh right before dinner service) You two need to get it together right fucking now! Don't make any of your stupid fucking things for Rock or I will take you outside and beat the shit out of you! You fuck him over and I'm coming after you! You got it? You got it?

Josh: Yes, chef.

Scott Leibfried: You understand me? Look at my eyes, I am coming for you if you fuck him over! You got it?

Josh: I will not fuck him over.

Scott Leibfried: (to Vinnie) You too!

[Deleted Scene]

Vinnie: How long on the garnish? Chef Scott?

Scott Leibfried: Am I in charge of the garnish now because you two fucking dick-heads can't handle it? Green beans are coming right up. How long on the garnish because you two douchebags can't handle it? "How long on the fucking garnish?" I love that. What's the next pickup?

Rock: Surf and turf snapper?

Scott Leibfried: I'm not fucking talking to either one of you schmucks! Shut your fucking mouths!

[the fifteen chefs enter Hell's Kitchen and meet Jean Philippe. Among them is Gordon in disguise.]

Jean Philippe: Welcome to Hell's Kitchen. You must be all very excited to meet Chef Gordon Ramsay. Actually, I'm quite good at doing an impression of him. "ONE SPAGHETTI! ONE RISOTTO! ONE CRAB! WHAT IS THIS?! NOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S OVERCOOKED!!" What about you? Can you do a little impression of Gordon?

Shayna: "WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!!"

Jean Philippe: How about you?

Jason: "Come on! Where is it?!"

Jean Philippe: I think you're going to have to work on it. What about you big guy?

Gordon: (steps up front) Jean Philippe, it's time to open Hell's Kitchen.

Petrozza: (interview) People ask me what my speciality is. But, I don't have a speciality; I can cook anything.

Gordon: What is that?

Petrozza: There's a Cornish hen inside, Chef.

Gordon: A Cornish hen? What'd you do to it to get it in there?

Petrozza: It got in there-- I got it in-- I got it in there.

Gordon: Holy shit. (removes the pumpkin) These are potatoes?

Petrozza: Yes, sir.

Gordon: In how much grease and fat and oil did you fry 'em?

Petrozza: There's some butter in there.

Gordon: (holding up the potatoes, letting a ton of grease run off his arm) Some butter in that?

Petrozza: That's a lot of butter.

Gordon: Well, just stop there. That goes in there. (scrapes the potatoes into the bin) And let's see what we got for trick-or-treat, shall we?

Petrozza: Okay.

Gordon: (removes the top of the pumpkin,) Oh, my god... How do you get in there and eat it? I mean, am I missing a trick?

Petrozza: It's plated tableside.

Gordon: Oh.

Petrozza: It's- it's presented like that.

Gordon: Alright, off you go. (Petrozza splits the pumpkin open, revealing a greasy blob of food.) Oh, my god. Okay, stop right there. I don't think I'll get through that, do you?

Petrozza: Okay, no.

Gordon: So, what's the, uh... dish called?

Petrozza: "Hen in a Pumpkin."

Gordon: Right now, looking at that mess, I'd like to stick your fucking head in there, you know that. (tastes the dish) It's dry.

Petrozza: Yeah, well...

Gordon: And the pumpkin's not even seasoned inside, it's bland! You'd have a better chance of sticking a candle in there for Halloween to make me happy than you would sticking a hen in there. Fuck off.

Petrozza: (interview) Chef Ramsay said he was looking for something memorable. And you know, I believe my dish was memorable.

Gordon: Bobby, what are the five entrees on the menu?

Bobby: Uh... we have uh I'm not sure

[Gordon puts his hand over his face and Christina raises her hand]

Gordon: Matt, what are the five entrees?

Matt: Uh... there's uh... [Now Jen and Shayna also have their hands raised, just like Christina] I don't know chef

Gordon: WHAT!? Petrozza WHAT ARE THE ENTREES!?

Petrozza: Um... um...

Narrator: Chef Ramsay has just discovered one minor problem

Ben: (interview) Nobody has a damn clue of what's going on

Gordon: My God! Christina what are the five entrees?

Christina: We have a lamb en croute, salmon, john dory, beef fillet and poached and roasted chicken sir

Gordon: Thank you [in a sigh of relief]

Christina: [smirks] (interview) The guys suck and they're going to go down in flames. That makes me happy!

Gordon: Guys, what is the matter? Already you look like a bunch of dicks and we haven't even fucking opened

Matt: (interview) Knowing the menu is one thing, cooking the menu is another thing

[Petrozza is performing tableside flambés in the dining room.]

Gordon: Petrozza, don't set the room on fire you donkey!

Gordon: Scallops, risotto, how long?

Jason: Right now, right now. [brings his risotto to the pass]

Gordon: Where's the scallops? [Dominic is still holding raw scallops in his hand] What's he done?

Scott Leibfried: They're like little burnt bits of something here.

Gordon: Oh, my God. The rice is overcooked.

Jason: Ow, that's hot!

Gordon: Hey you, come here! I've had enough! You can't even get two fucking dishes together. That's how shit you've been! I don't want any more embarrassments. I JUST WANT TO GO WITH SOME FOOD!!

Narrator: It's over an hour into the first dinner service and Jason is about to get an invitation.

Gordon: Sit down and eat that! I want you to taste what you are trying to serve Hell's Kitchen. Sit down. Let me know when you're done. I'll get dessert!

Gordon: Everything you cooked, you screwed. Have you ever cooked a scallop before?

Dominic: (interview) Whooooo! What a disaster!

Gordon: He hasn't got the tuna in! Why are you putting more scallops in there? And you're like this on the scallops. (mocks Dominic, holding out his right hand with a shocked face) Oh, fuck ME! SHIT! Bobby, I'm looking for someone to take control of this disgusting, embarrassing mess. He (Jason) doesn't give a fuck, he's (Dominic) dreaming, he's (Matt) standing there pissing his pants looking for his tartare, caviar and white chocolate crap! And he's (Louross) just running around like a toilet brush. IS ANYBODY GOING TO TAKE CONTROL?!!

Dominic: Jump in there, Bobby. Jump in there, baby.

Bobby: I don't want to jump in! You guys, you guys got it over there! It's going to make so much confusion if I get in over there. You've got six sets of hands over there, you don't need eight sets. I don't want to join the chaos.

Craig: (interview) He's the captain. I mean, to just be like, "Yeah, uh, I don't want to get in this chaos," that's like saying "Fuck you, I quit!"

[After yet another failed attempt by the blue team to serve their first appetizers]

Scott: (with some bland sauce) Yeah, that's bland. It looks terrible.

Gordon: (to the blue team) Come here! Taste that, all of you! (the men come over and start tasting the sauce) Run Dominic! You lazy fucker! And you put your fingers in there. OH, MY GOD! [takes a spoonful out] Look, snot! [tosses the sauce away] Fuck off. [kicks the bins]USELESS FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!! YOU ALL KNOW IT'S CRAP, YET NOT ONE OF YOU HAVE GOT THE BALLS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!

Jason: I haven't tasted it yet.

Louross: Guys, it's just simple! Go man, come on, just redo it! Season it with a bit of salt and pepper, that's all. (interview) I didn't see anyone taste their food today. You just need to get into your groove, as if you're making love to the kitchen.

Gordon: (to Bobby) Hey, you, take that badge off, give it to that little fucker over there! Thank god someone's got a set of balls!

Bobby: (interview) I'm not the type to be like, "Oh, my God, I'm a bad chef now." No, no, not at all! Louross can have that captain's position. I'm still a general. To me, he's still a private.

Narrator: As Louross tries to whip the blue team into shape, the red team has served appetizers to three more tables.

Rosann: Are we ready now with that beef?

Corey: We're ready.

Narrator: And are starting their first entrées.

Gordon: [with a piece of chicken] Who cooked this chicken?

Corey: I did chef.

Gordon: Come here! Let's get all together now.

Rosann: Come on ladies!

Gordon: You hold the chicken.

Rosann: Yes sir. Oh shit!

Gordon: Pass it around.

Corey: (interview) I thought a pan was going to get thrown, a glass was going to get shattered. Someone was getting hurt.

Gordon: Throw me the ball. [Sharon throws the chicken to Gordon] Let's fucking...[Throws the chicken hard against the oven] play rounders!

Corey: (interview) It happened to be the chicken so, sorry to the chicken.

Gordon: With everything you all wasted last night, any restaurant would've gone out of business. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU PUT IN THE TRASH LAST NIGHT hey guys hup! [garbage truck drives up] I've never seen so much fantastic produce wasted. NOW EVERY rubber chicken breast, EVERY overcooked risotto, EVERY rock hard potato you binned last night. Get it out and put it back in the cylinders, move!

[Contestants head towards the garbage truck]

Jason: (interview) We're fucking playing through garbage this is gonna suck!

Gordon: You should be ashamed of yourselves. We're not talking about a couple hundred dollars, we're in for thousands of dollars there just carelessly put in the trash as if no one gives a fuck. You all better start giving a damn. Now go and get showered and meet me in the kitchen. You stink!

Bobby: (interview) I've never been on a yacht before. The only boat I've gotten close to was The Love Boat on TV.

Gordon: (reads a ticket) Two salmon, one beef, one wellington. Unbelievable. Have you asked Christina?

Sharon: No, I didn't. I thought it was coming. She (Christina) just yelled that it was coming.

Gordon: You're not really a chef, aren't you? You're just a showgirl with a big feather coming out of your arse.

Gordon: You (Christina) and you (Sharon) are putting the kitchen to shit. Can you move and wake up a bit, please, yes?

Christina: Yes, chef!

Gordon: You're both pissing around like a pair of Barbie twins! (Sharon sticks her tongue out) Sharon, you're scaring me. You look like a female version of fucking Hannibal Lecter. Put your fucking tongue in and concentrate.

Sharon: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Hannibal!

[Matt's garnish pan catches fire]

Gordon: Watch, he's going to set this place on fire. What the fuck are you trying to do? You can't fucking win in here so you set the place on fire! Is that your little game?

Matt: No, chef.

Gordon: Is that your little motive?

Matt: No, not at all chef.

Gordon: Yeah? I've never seen such fucking flames from gnocchi!

Matt: Sorry chef, won't happen again.

Jean-Philippe: (to a customer) It's raw? Okay, we'll do another one for you. (brings the dish to the pass)

[In the last episode, Corey nominated Christina and Jen and this made Christina angry and tearful due to how blindsided she felt]

Christina: (interview) I'm feeling really angry. Corey is threatened by me and she should be [to Corey] You threw me under the bus

Corey: So what, you might think I'm a bitch. I don't care

Christina: [shouts back in tears] What you said was vindictive and it's evil!

Corey: (interview) The whole team hated me. I don't care, it doesn't matter to me whatever they think. If they do alienate me that's fine that's probably gonna make me stand out even more as a stronger player

[Ben, Bobby, Petrozza, Matt and Louross are down at the patio talking about Corey's strategy]

Ben: Corey played that too early in the game

Petrozza: (interview) I think Corey has evil tendencies I truly do. She's put scars on that team that will not heal

Jason: Yes chef. (interview after the Red team had cut all but 4 acceptable pieces of chicken) The girls surprised me. They did good but we're gonna win because we're fucking men here. Come on. I've been butchering meat. That's what men do. There's no way we're losing.

Gordon: (to Jason) Hands off my desk please. [Showing a poorly cut chicken from Jason]. Holy Mackerel, did you fucked the chicken? What did you do to that?

Jason: That one was a little messed up

Gordon: A little messed up. It's fucked. My god.

[Craig has single-handedly lost the challenge for the Blue Team and they're all angry at him and Ben plans to throw peppers at Craig on the corn field]

Ben: [to Bobby and Petrozza] Tell ya what we're gonna get on that field I'm gonna start throwing motherfucking peppers at Craig

[Matt angrily slams items on to his bed and throws his jacket in to his wardrobe. Followed by slamming his farm work clothes on his bed and angrily putting his clothes on and angrily kicks an item]

Matt: (interview) For someone that's been in this industry for thirteen years Craig phoning that chicken. I felt like I was watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and he just had shock treatment [imitates shock treatment] I don't get it [angrily throws his shoe in the wardrobe]

Narrator: As the men go off for a day of hard labor, Chef Ramsay and the women are off to the Sunset Strip. Little does Chef know...

Gordon: Okay. Off we go.

Narrator: One of Hell's Kitchen's former chefs is a regular at the Saddle Ranch.

[The mechanical bull turns around, and it reveals that it's Aaron on the mechanical bull]

Aaron: Yee-hah! Howdy Chef Ramsay!

Gordon: Oh, my God.

Aaron: (goes over and hugs Gordon) Good to see you Chef.

Gordon: I feel like crying. (pretends to cry) [flashback to season 3 where Aaron cried minutes before service]

Aaron: (laughs) Don't cry, Chef!

Gordon: Jason, you're on desserts. Don't eat any.

Ben: Salmon, medium.

Scott: (spots that the salmon is burnt) What's wrong with that salmon?

Ben: It's a little, uh...

Scott: WHY WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO ME IF IT'S BURNT?!?

Ben: (interview) I sent up, you know, perfect medium salmon, and he sent it back. It had a little, uh, tiny burnt edge on the side. I mean, this is craziness.

Gordon: You can't cook a fucking salmon?

Ben: I can cook a salmon, chef. Yes I can. Just a lot of pressure, different kitchen, different... different cooking techniques than I'm used to.

Gordon: Cook me a salmon, medium. Can you do that.

Ben: Yes chef.

Gordon: "Different techniques?"

Narrator: While General Bobby feeds his troops in the Blue dining room, customers on the Red side are sending out distress signals.

[Cut to a table, where customers have spelled "S.O.S" with pieces of bread.]

Gordon: That's not a fucking saute pan, that's a FURNACE!!! LOOK AT THE MEAT!!!

Rosann: (interview) I blew four pieces of meat on there. It was just really horrible for me. I'm hopin' I'm never going to have that happen again.

Gordon: IT'S SCORCHED!!! Cooking, my arse!!

Narrator: As the Red team, once again, starts over on their entrées, Jason starts preparing his first desserts.

Jason: Is this the right way to do it? I hope it is. (interview) I don't have a clue on this earth what I'm doing. I hate desserts! They're tedious! Women can make desserts, y'know? It ain't my thing. [to Louross] ...5 minutes for the creme brulee, so I have two of those in.

Louross: Your creme brulee's done already!

Jason: No, it's not. That's not cooked.

Louross: That's cooked!

Jason: Oh, Jesus Christ. (interview) The soufflés looked like muffins in a cup! I don't know what was wrong, because I don't know desserts, but I know they would not come up for nothing!

Gordon: Jason!

Jason: Yes?

Gordon: What's happening with the desserts?

Jason: The souffles are not coming out at all; they're sticking!

Gordon: Come here a minute.

Jason: Okay. (goes over to Gordon) I cannot get them to come up, they're sticking really bad, they look like shit, they look like muffins.

Gordon: (in a fast tone) So, are we going to take it off the menu, are we going to do something constructive, are we going to do anything about it...

Jason: I'm, I'm trying something new. I'm going to take some sugar and rub it around the rim, and try to get that... and... that's what I'm trying to do right now.

Gordon: You're going to get some sugar and rub it around the rim?

Jason: Sugar- no, no--sugar, butter, and the cocoa powder, and see if that keeps them from sticking. (Gordon gors over to the hotplate and repeatedly bangs his head on the counter)

Scott: Salmon, chef.

Gordon: Ohhh, I've got a fucking headache... [checks the salmon, which is undercooked] Ben! [pounds the counter] Salmon's raw in the middle!

Ben: Oh, maybe a little under.

Gordon: It's pink! Come here you, hey, stop! (calls the blue team) Come here! [starts distributing pieces of salmon to the members] That's what brought to me, taste. Taste, yeah, yeah? [pounds the workstation and kicks the bin] FUCK! SHIT!! What in the fuck is GOING ON?![kicks the bins] All of you come here! Get in there! (the red kitchen) [The Blue Team enter the Red Kitchen] Let's put one shit mess with another shit mess! Get in there! There you go, join forces. We've gone backwards! And you're (Vanessa) just all over the place! And you're (Jason) just hopeless! And you (Ben) don't care! Pathetic! And then you look at me gormless like the salmon's raw when it was requested medium. And what do you say?

Ben: Different techniques.

Gordon: [throws the ticket at Ben]FUCK OFF! Not good enough! I'm not gonna continue this any longer. Winning team? Forget it! What's so fucking complicated?! Christina, you made an effort to get all the appetizers out. Thank god! Unfortunately, we got screwed when it came to the first entrée. You've got to go upstairs and nominate one individual that's leaving here.

Christina: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Petrozza, you stayed with it. Your mind was clear. The attitude was strong. Get upstairs and think about who you are going to nominate. One from the blue, one from the red. NOW GET OUT!

Red and Blue team: Yes, chef.

[Bobby waves to some ladies that he served tableside]

Gordon: (calls out Bobby) Oh, oh, come here. Yeah, I wouldn't go around looking for applauders right now. Right now is the wrong FUCKING TIME! GET OUT!!!

Bobby: Yes.

Gordon: Jackarse waving at them! What do we have to wave about?! I don't care! GET OUT!!!

[after Jason's been eliminated by Chef Ramsey]

Gordon: You gave up before we started tonight. I call you back in the kitchen and you haven't got the balls to stand there and put yourself back there. (slapping his wrist) GAME OVER!

Jason: Yes chef

Gordon: Good night.

Jason: (interview after elimination) You know the last girls (Christina & Vanessa) that got put up on the block they start crying and maybe if I would cry like some old pansy, some chick you know, maybe I would be back upstairs chilling right now but I can't do that. I'm a man and I'm sure as hell I'm ain't gonna cry about it. I am however gonna go get drunk.

Gordon: Come here with those burgers. Why are we cooking the burgers off so early on? They're like ice hockey pucks! [Throws the burgers to Louross, Petrozza and Bobby] Catch. Catch, catch, there you go. Hey look, there you go. Up, up. Are we a fast food joint now?

Blue team: No, chef!

Gordon: And you're standing there with your little balls are fucking, look at them, FUCKING SHIT! [throws a burger hard against the refrigerator] (to Bobby) Bobby? Can someone get a grip in here?! CAN WE NOT COOK A BURGER TO ORDER?!

Gordon: Hey, Craig! Four macaroni, one burger, one spaghetti of clam, and you've given me meatballs. One's called a fucking meatball, and one's called a clam. Spaghetti is clam, meatball is meatball. Where's the spaghetti of clams?

Craig: Right here, chef.

[Gordon eats a piece of spaghetti, and instantly spits it back out]

Gordon: Fuck! (kicks a bin) Raw!

Ben Caylor: Don't worry about it. Start over, fast.

Craig: I got it, I got it, I got it.

Gordon: So, how long?

[Craig tries to snatch a pair of tongs from Bobby]

Craig: I got it.

Bobby: (pulling the tongs back) These are mine.

Gordon: He doesn't even answer you, look. He doesn't even give you an answer.

Ben Caylor: Craig, answer the chef already!

Craig: TWO MINUTES!!

Narrator: While the men wait two minutes for Craig's spaghetti...

[After completing service, the red team comes in to help the blue team.]

Gordon: Jen, stand next to Chef Ben. Cook with him.

Ben: (interview) The thing is, it's embarrassing that chef called them in to come help.

Gordon: (to Ben) Look at the current situation. Now, go around and slap yourselves in the back now then.

Ben: I thought we were close chef, but I was wrong.

Gordon: You thought you were fucking close. Let's give a big round of applause to the captain who hit an iceberg on the fucking Titanic. Shayna.

Shayna: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Stay next to Chef Craig.

Shayna: What do you need?

Craig: I got it. I got it. I got it.

Shayna: (interview) "I got it. I got it. I got it."

Shayna: What do you need?

Craig: I got it.

Shayna: Don't tell me you got it. What do you need? (interview) Chill! Take the help. Even if it's from a girl.

Louross: Just push out the plates. Let's just do it and just end the day.

Gordon: Away now, one crab cake, one meatballs, one clam, one Caesar.

Louross: (to Craig) How long?

Gordon: How long for the fucking clam?

Shayna: You're burning, you're burning.

Gordon: He's not even giving me an answer.

Matt: Come on, answer him, please!

Gordon: He's making me feel fucking nervous!

Craig: (burns his hand) Fuck!

Gordon: Hello?!

Ben: Let's just go! Craig, Craig, the pasta's ready! Come on!

Gordon: How long for the fucking clam?

Craig: It's coming up right NOWWWW! Fucking listen! (angrily throws a pan to one side)

Gordon: Oh, my fucking god.

Rosann: You got some attitude, son!

Gordon: Ben, what you've done and the ambitions, you do seriously surprise me.

Ben: Thank you, chef, I was hoping you'd see that. I mean, I give it all I've got. Gave you a hundred and ten.

Gordon: You surprise me to how shit you are!

Ben: Oh... thank you.

Gordon: I was expecting more. Hey, maybe you shouldn't have quit your fucking day job so early!

[Matt, Craig and Ben are nominated for elimination]

Gordon: All three of you should walk through that door.

Ben: I'm just going to keep giving you 100% chef. Every day.

Matt: I'm going to give you 125%.

Craig: I don't know percentages but just over that.

Gordon: I can teach someone how to cook but Craig was a bad cook with an even worse attitude. There was no hope for him.

Gordon: Fuck off, will you yeah? Is that how you're going to fucking respect these tables?

Rosann: Absolutely not chef.

Gordon: "Absolutely not chef."

Rosann: (interview) I started getting really fucking frustrated because I couldn't catch up and I was just falling behind. So it was only just getting more and more hectic for me.

Gordon: I don't know when you're going to think about waking up but hey, soon I would appreciate it madam.

Rosann: Yes chef.

Gordon: Pathetic. This is what you're doing... [taps the spoon on the veg pan] Would you stop tapping and start concentrating?!

Rosann: Okay, my mistake chef.

Gordon: Oh, fucking right it was your mistake! I need the mashed and the carrots now!

Rosann: Yes chef.

Gordon: Mashed, carrots now! I can't go unless I've got the veg! What is going on Rosann? Oh my god, almighty. This is fucking meltdown. Out of the way please. [tastes the mashed potatoes] Oh, fucking hell! No salt. [to the servers] Go, go, go. Send the vegetables separate. She gets confused over a fucking vegetable [Rosann now brings the garnish to the pass] Fuck off will you yeah? FUCK OFF! They're gone! Get away! The lamb, wellington's already gone! Fuck all! [sits in fetal position] Rosann!

Gordon: [notices that there are no mushrooms in the risotto] Where are the mushrooms?

Christina: Yes, chef.

Gordon: No, where are the mushrooms? [places the pan back on the stove] Just look, they're white!

Christina: Putting them in right now [Takes the pan off the stove]

Gordon: Put the pan on the stove please!? Thank you, more mushrooms!

Christina: Yes chef.

Gordon: Come on Christina!

Christina: Yes chef! [Places the mushrooms in]

Gordon: There's not any mushrooms in there!

[Gordon notices Bobby is on the fish station which is Matt's station]

Gordon: Why's Bobby on the fish? What's going on there?

Matt: He's helping me out, we're working as a team

Gordon: Well there's a big difference between helping him out and running the section

Bobby: (interview) If we left it up to Matt. We would've done very very poorly so I caught it before it got to that point

Gordon: Bobby, little fine for the team spirit helping them out, but did you listen to what I said? You're cooking it, he's (Matt) running around wiping your arse [to Matt] and the said thing about you, hey, you let him. If I was running this section and I was in Hell's Kitchen running the fish, give me this give me that, I'm staying here, I'm cooking!

Matt': Yes chef

Gordon: [whispers in Matt's ear] You can only hide for so long

Matt: I'm not hiding chef I'm not hiding at all. I wasn't trying to hide chef.

Gordon: You're doing a fucking good job of hiding [Matt still tries to argue he wasn't] look at me I'VE MADE IT FUCKING CLEAR! Do you wanna argue know or are you gonna run your station

Matt: Yes Chef

Gordon: Every 16 year-old girl filled out these comment cards this evening. Gentlemen, out of all the customers you cooked for tonight, 98% of them said they'd come back. Brilliant! Ladies, on the other hand... 99% of your customers would come back. (the women cheer loudly, while the men look dismayed) Actually, tonight, there's no losing team. I can't seriously decide on a winning team on a difference of 1%.

Matt: Thank you, chef, for your generosity...

Gordon: Fuck the generosity, Matt. Both teams think of one individual, up for elimination, to leave Hell's Kitchen tonight. Now, piss off.

Matt: (interview) Chef Ramsay still wants two people chosen, and I'm going to be the one chosen for the blue team, and now I'm packing my bags.

Gordon: Matt, you've peaked, right?

Matt: No, chef, I haven't peaked yet.

Gordon: So why should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Matt: Chef, I should stay in Hell's Kitchen because I was pushed and bullied off of my section tonight, while others on my team was hiding behind one person.

Gordon: Who pushed you off your section?

Matt: Bobby pushed me off of my section.

Gordon: You hid behind Bobby!

Matt: Ben hides behind Bobby! Not me.

Gordon: He took over your section!

Matt: He pushed me off my section, would not let me back on...

Gordon: Look at the size of you! There's 250 lbs in there. Louross's balls are bigger than yours!

Matt: I don't even have a voice in my kitchen, no-one listens to me. I guarantee you, if you put me on the red team, you will see the failure in the blue team.

Gordon: Ben! Quickly, here. (Ben slowly comes to the pass) Look at him, speedy, quickly, yeah? Just touch that, you can see how pink it is already. Fucking hell. I just want you to know what you're doing! None of you are communicating, no-one's going together, no-one's making eye contact, and no-one's reminding each other as a team!

Ben: Chef, I'm not used to the brigade system. It takes a little time to get adapted to it, and... that's it.

Gordon: Hey, do you know what? You are so fucking sad. Every time I ask you something, you give me the limpest excuse, you know that.

Ben: I'm just being honest with you.

Gordon: Yeah, I know that. I'm being fucking honest with you!

Matt: (to Jen) I love it. He's getting his ass kicked tonight.

Gordon: You're one of the most fucking saddest I've ever met in a fucking kitchen. "It takes a little time. I can't get used to this." Sounds like the fucking weirdo on Dr. Phil!

[Gordon checks on langoustine brought up by Rosann]

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell, what is she doing? Put the pan down! Put it down! Put the pan down! Just fucking let go. Look, this is where you are. Just stop, this is where you are. Touch that. [Jen walks away] Hey, hey, just come here! Fucking come here! All of you. That's you as well stroppy face. I don't know what it is with you, but you've given up and it fucking shows! The way you mope, the way you turn and the fucking chips on your shoulder. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

Jen: (interview) Well, what the fuck? You don't want me say nothing so I'm not going to say shit! Now, that I'm not saying nothing, you're pissed off because I'm not saying nothing. I just can't win for losing!

Ben: Yes, chef. (interview) Back at home, I ran kitchens for years and, you know, no problem. It's just that he comes over there and gets so fucking riled up, and then he gets you all fluster-fucked, and you don't know what you're doing! (to Petrozza) Petrozza, where's the mise-en-place for the lamb? Because I'm going to be three short.

Matt: Damn, Jen. And I was the problem over there? (interview) Ben wanted to use me as a scapegoat and put me out there. Said that I'm the weakest, and I hide behind everyone. The scapegoat's there, and you got no-one to blame. You can't cook, buddy!

Gordon: (to Ben) Can you fucking wake up? I'm coming to the end of it, now!

Gordon: You're so far up your own arse you don't know how fucking cocky you are

Jen: (interview) He said I was cocky but it's like. What the fuck? I-I combo every time I see him so how the fuck am I cocky?

Gordon: [to Jen and Rosann] That's there beef sliced, sourced, ready garnish there salmon not ready. It's the story all the night you can't even get two fucking dishes together. That's how shit you've (Rosann and Jen) been. Yeah fuck, fuck off [slams the table's entrees on to Jen's station] start THE FUCKING TABLE AGAIN!!! I've had enough for me okay? It's not good enough for me, I've had ENOUGH! ENOUGH!

Jen: (interview) I-I can't please that man and for him to turn and throw a fucking full ass tray of food on my station like I'm some kind of dog. Don't nobody disrespect me like that! I'm getting tired of this shit right know I really am!

Gordon: [to Jen] I've had enough. I can't tell you anything anymore, I can't even give you any directions do you know why? You're undirectable because it's like [mocks Jen] muh? Oh? Really? [to Rosann] and you!

Rosann: Yes Chef

Gordon: Yeah

Rosann: (interview) I don't know if I even deserve to stay because after tonight's performance I know I let the chef down and I let myself down and I let my daughter down and that's what's hurting me the most right know [tries to hold back tears and puts her hand over her face]

Gordon: [throws his pencil across the Red kitchen] Fuck off pathetic bunch of fucking women [leaves the Red kitchen]

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. Ohhh... (to Ben) There you go, there you go! (slams the plates on Ben's station) Requested well done! Now look at it, then! SCHMUCK!! JERK!! (kicks the bins)

Ben: (interview) I have a lot of pride in myself and what I do. I'm just going to keep working and try and get the food out. That's all you can do.

Gordon: Anything to say? It's easy for you, that's your fucking problem. You've had it fucking easy, you're not even busting a gut.

Matt: (to the Red Team) Karma really bites you in the ass.

Gordon: All fucking night you've taken it easy. And listen, hey, look at me. STOP IT! Switch it off. You're not sending any more shit out of here, you've sent enough. Take it easy, you deserve it. You got a hard night.

Ben: Are we done? Cause if we're not, I'm going to complete my station tonight, chef.

Gordon: (points to Matt) You, come here you! Come here, round here! Look at those pieces of meat there. You've got one fucking large one, one medium one and one small one. What are you doing?

Christina: (interview) Matt's meat, all three were totally different. Are you serious?

Gordon: That's not good enough for me. So there you go. There's the daddy, there's the mommy, there's the fucking baby. Supposing that's the critic's table; one has that (large piece of beef) and another's got that (small piece of beef). [Picks up the small piece] Supposing that's medium-well. What happens?

Matt: It'll definitely shrink. (interview) The tenderloins really do shrink when they cook. I know better than that. I'm an idiot.

Gordon: Look at it! We're fucked! [pounds the counter] What did I say to you? I'm looking for everything.

Matt: Yes, chef. Got it, chef.

Gordon: Don't piss around now, yeah? That's bullshit!

Matt: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Hey, Mr. Inconsistent. Wake up.

Matt: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on the salmon by Christina]

Gordon: Christina!

Christina: Yes chef!

Gordon: Salmon nice that side [flips it over with a spatula] turn it round you got a big dry overcooked piece of shit! Salmon how long?

Christina: I might need seven minutes

Corey: (interview) Salmon is a very quick process, it only takes a couple of minutes

Gordon: Christina can you do two things at once?

Christina: Urf, I've got two entrees & some scallops!

Gordon: If you can't control two things at once you shouldn't be here

Christina: No I-I!

Gordon: Shut up will yah, I really fucking mean it from the bottom of my heart!

Christina: Sorry chef

Gordon: Get your salmon on now!

Corey: One minute Christina

Christina: (interview) My timing was so wrong, it's like all a sudden I hit a train wreck

Rosann: How about some carrots chef? I'll give you baby carrots chef. Carrots or mash? I've got plenty of mash!

[Matt is cutting his beef]

Gordon: Matt, from here, they look raw. THEY LOOK RAW!!

Merrill Schinder: The Red kitchen is a disaster.

Matt: I got it, chef.

Gordon: Can you get the beef back in the fucking oven?!

Christina Machamer: (to Matt) How long, Matt?

Matt: I don't know anymore.

Christina Machamer: Come on, Matt! Bounce the fuck back!

Matt: I fucking hear it!

Corey: Let's go, Matt. Let's get that up.

Matt: Fuck!

Gordon: Beef, chicken, wellington. How long?

Matt: Coming to the pass. (brings his meat to the pass)

Gordon: [checking Matt's tenderloins] Oh, fuck. Here we go. Chef Matt, there's the beef. THAT LOOKS LIKE A PILE OF SHIT! And you have the nerve to give me that with the critics out there. Hey, hey, fuck, you serve it. See what standards you got. Serve it!

Matt: No chef.

Gordon: Stand there and look at the customers.

Matt: Chef, I won't serve it.

Gordon: Hey come here, you as well, and you, you're just as bad. Hey, would you serve that to a critic?

Corey: Definitely not.

Gordon: Would you serve that to a critic? [Rosann shakes her head] Would you serve that to a critic?

Christina: No, chef.

Gordon: Would you serve that to a critic?

Matt: No chef.

Gordon: So, let's get this right, you wouldn't serve it, but you'd give it to me? [Throws the beef on the stove] GET OUT!! GET OUT! GET OUT!! Upstairs! Fuck off will you?!

Gordon: All of you, just fucking come here! You (Corey) as well with your burn! This is what I'm pissed off! Touch that. That [wellington] is fucking raw, and that [beef] is fucking what? Look at the color of it. [Matt tries to retrieve the meat; Gordon knocks his hand away, gets a filet and wellington and angrily throws them in the bin]I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION! SHIT!! I'm asking you the question, what is it?! It's overcooked!!

Corey: (interview) Matt seems to be like a 5-year old trapped in a 35-year old body. He doesn't know when to stop.

Corey: (interview) Matt is someone who is excuses for himself. Absolute fucked in a headache you know, come on pull through it. He's a cry baby and he is definitely getting more insane by in a minute. (to Matt) Matt, how long on the fillet?

Matt: (to Corey) I'll tell you in a second. (holds a well cooked fillet mignon) three minutes.

Gordon: He's got a migraine. Come here in a minute and let me just tell you something, you have a migraine? (quietly, to Matt) I've had one ever since you walked in here. Why have you just forty-two minutes ago to completely forgot and give you a favor?

Jen: (interview) Matt doesn't take any responsibility for his actions, everybody in this place here has a migraine right now my brain feels like it's about to explode but I don't give up in that kitchen

Gordon: FOUR MINUTES TO THE WINDOW TWO WELLINGTON, ONE FUCKING RIBEYE!! HURRY UP CHRISTINA!

Christina: Yes Chef. [Sees a pan of rice] Oh, shit! [holds the rice and burns her hand] Who the fuck left this rice on here, guys?

Gordon: What is that?

Christina: It's burnt rice, Chef.

Gordon: Who put that on there?

Christina: I don't know, Chef.

Jen: Sorry Chef. I forgot about it.

Gordon: Fucking useless. [scrapes the burnt rice and throws it on a chopping board]

Christina: (interview) Jen burnt the rice. It was sitting on my station, all she has to do and say, "Hey, I'm putting this rice here."

Gordon: (quietly to Jen) Get out. Get out and get to the dorm. GET OUT! I'm not fucking around now. Get out.

Jen: (interview) I completely forgot that I put the rice on. I feel bad for that and that was my honest mistake.

Gordon: (to Christina) Hey, she put it on, you've been standing next to it for an hour, you take off your apron and fuck off as well!

Christina: Yes, Chef.

Petrozza: (interview) Oh, my God has this been a crazy night!

Gordon: Hey, all of you. Fuck yourselves. Get out! GET OUT!!![The remaining chefs leave the kitchen] Fuck off will you?! Oooohh, shit!

Gordon: There once was a boy named Matt, whose kitchen performance fell flat. He was far from neat, miserable on meat, so I kicked him out and that's that.

Christina: (interview) He poured water over the handle of the pot and it sizzled. It was really hot.

Gordon: That's unbearable now.

Christina: I was just like oh, shit!

Gordon: Now I think you're doing it on purpose to fucking wire me up. Hey, you're doing it really well because I'm getting fucked off! If a pan handle is over the fucking flame, say something will you please yes?

Gordon: Over the last three months, it has really been a roller coaster ride. We've had plenty of highs and lows, but this season ended on a high. Now it's time for me to get the fuck out of Hell's Kitchen.

Colleen: I am a culinary instructor and I own a recreational cooking school.

Gordon: And were you a trained chef before you set up a school?

Colleen: No, I am not a trained chef.

Gordon: So you're not a trained chef, yet you teach chefs to cook.

Colleen: That's correct.

Gordon: How much do you charge?

Colleen: 300 per three to four hours.

Gordon: Right. Look at the size of it.

Colleen: I feed big Nebraska boys. Would you like me to get you a bite?

Gordon: No, I'll bite it myself. (tries dish, spits it out)

Colleen: Great.

Gordon: You seriously charge $300 to teach people how to make that crap?

Colleen: Yes, chef.

Gordon: I feel like I need some plastic wrap on my arse.

Colleen: (interview) It was extremely difficult to just stand there and keep my mouth shut? (to Gordon) I teach manners, too, chef.

Gordon: Say that again?

Narrator: Cooking instructor Colleen not only offered Chef Ramsay a dish he didn't care for, but an etiquette lesson as well.

Gordon: Okay, please Miss Manners, fuck off back in line.

Gordon: It looks like lamb chops on a bed of ratatouille.

Seth: Uh, that's mine, chef. (interview) To be like Chef Ramsay is my dream. I've read his books, I've visited his restaurant in Manhattan. I think we have very similar styles.

Gordon: How long have you been cooking?

Seth: Fifteen years around.

Gordon: And what is it?

Seth: Cinnamon crusted rack of lamb with a(n) aubergine ratatouille.

Gordon: The ratatouille, what's in there?

Seth: Tomatoes, onion, tomato sauce, tomato paste.

Gordon: (spits out food) How come the aubergine's so sweet?

Seth: There's some honey, uh...

Gordon: Honey in a ratatouille? Uh, is that normal?

Crowd: No, chef.

Gordon: That's the worst dish I've ever tasted. (Seth laughs) Fifteen years to cook that shit and you're laughing. You could make history on being the fastest exit in Hell's Kitchen. And I'm fucking serious, you know that. Back in line. (Seth goes back in line) The quicker you understand how serious I am, the quicker you'll cook better.

Seth: I'll try harder next time, sir. (interview) I thought it looked all right. I think my presentation was good. I know it's a good dish. I gotta prove to him that I can cook my ass off.

Gordon: You don't have it. Hey, look, come here, there you go, look at that. (holds up the salmon) Look, look, hold on, hey! Don't run away. IT'S BLACK! On top of that, there's an added bonus. It's fucking raw in the middle.

Gordon: Hey madam, madam! GET OUT!! Get on the raw bar. Lacey! Lacey, get on the fish.

Lacey: Yes, chef!

Colleen: (interview) Chef Ramsay's definitely not going to break me. He can ask me to leave, he can kick me out of the kitchen, he can do all those things, but he's not going to break me.

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Giovanni]

Gordon: Giovanni! (returns to the workstation)

Giovanni: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Hey, all of you come here! (Points to Danny) He's cooking his arse off, but surrounded by five muppets, yeah? The temperature's perfect, and I get that bit of shit there, look. I'm not giving that! Would you eat that? [throws the salmon to Seth] Go on, eat it, eat it. (to Seth) Would you eat that?

Seth: No, chef.

Gordon: (to Giovanni) Would you eat that?

Giovanni: No, chef.

Gordon: (comes up to Giovanni) Hey, you'll be pissed off. You got every fucking right to be pissed off. You know that, yes?

Giovanni: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Fucking raw!!

Giovanni: (interview) I've never had a chef come that close to me in my life. He can yell at me from across the kitchen, he doesn't have to get 2 inches away from my face.

[After the end of service]

Gordon: Colleen, you know what they say in the industry. With the people that can't cook? Psst. They teach!

Colleen: That's not true, chef.

Gordon: Well it fucking was tonight!

Colleen: Chef, I know how to cook fish. You made me nervous, I started doing things that I don't normally do, and you have every right to be angry at me for wasting the fish.

LA: (interview) It's like she's talking out of her ass sometimes. I'm like, seriously, just shut the fuck up.

Gordon: You... you frazzle my mind. Every time I look at you, I think "headache."

Gordon: Ji showed great courage. Unfortunately, her injury got in the way of her dream. She had a chance to win this, but sadly we will never, ever know.

Gordon: Hey, all of you, here! Quickly! There's the filet, yes? Look at the fucking waste! (Empties the waste onto the counter; the amount of waste is nearly as big as the remaining filet. Seth looks confused, while the other team members look horrified) That's what he took off, and there's the filet. Look at the filet!

Giovanni: (interview) He molested that poor thing! People have gone to jail for less. It looked like he went at it with a jackhammer.

Gordon: We've fucking wasted the most expensive part! (hurls the offcuts to Seth) Look at it! What are you going to do, get daddy to buy you a new one?

Narrator: With only fifteen minutes of dinner service left, Seth has butchered the filet. And possibly the Blue Team's hope of winning dinner service.

Gordon: How can you do that?

Seth: I never butchered a filet before chef.

Gordon: Congratulations, you just have.

Seth: (smiles) Thank you, yes...

Gordon: Hey, smart-arse, not in the right way, you fucking bozo!

Seth: (interview) I don't think I did that bad, butchering that filet, but now I'll know for next time.

[The chefs have entered the dining room and are ready to give out the nominees for elimination]

Gordon: Something's really bugging me, you know that? And I can't stop thinking about it and here's why. If a customer goes out for dinner and their steak is overcooked or undercooked, it gets redone. And they move on and enjoy the evening. But if a customer goes out for dinner and they get served a butt of lettuce, that's how reputations get destroyed in minutes butt-head! [to J]

Gordon: Seth showed that he had all the passion in the world, but the bottom line is he's a crap cook.

Robert: I refuse to put that thing up there that you're going to send back, chef.

Gordon: Look at me, concentrate, stop picking on me as an excuse. That's not good enough! You can't trash all that!

Robert: I fucked up and I'm not going to put it up to you.

Gordon: Wake up, Robert!

Robert: (interview) It took a lot from me to fucking hold back, son. I'm telling you that.

Gordon: (to Robert) Hey, have you given up?

Robert: Fuck no, chef.

Gordon: (mocks Robert) "Hey, I'm not doing that to you, chef! It's going to the trash can again!"

Robert: (interview) I ain't trying to make him proud of me anymore. [stands and pulls his trousers down, showing his bottom] Chef Ramsay, KISS MY ASS! That's what I'm saying to him.

Gordon: (comes up to Robert) Hey, if you've got any comeback, I'll do it now if I was you, yeah? Because you look like one sulky, pissed off cook! Find some form of passion. Cook your heart out. Stop fucking around!

Robert: Yes, chef.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with dessert]

Jean-Philippe: Red, [Table] 53. Tanya Steel.

Gordon: Not done? (returns to the workstation) There you go. Now I've had enough. [slams the plate on the stove] Come here! There you go. (to Carol; gives her a piece of pear) Take a bite and pass it along. (to LA) LA, wake up, yeah?

Coi: It's hard as a fucking rock.

Gordon: Raw pastry, raw pear. That's her! (kicks a bin)

Andrea: (interview) Chef Ramsay wasn't kidding when he said it was raw. It was raw. That's just, "Sorry. Poor judgement."

Andrea: (interview) Everybody else was just looking around like, "You've got to be kidding me."

Gordon: Un-fucking-believable! (goes to the blue kitchen and sits in fetal position)

Narrator: Tonight, dinner service has totally collapsed.

Gordon: Oh, Christ almighty! Two and a half hours of bullshit.

Narrator: And Chef Ramsay is at the end of his rope.

Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe; after returning to the pass with raw desserts) Oh fuck off! I'm... I've had enough! (goes to the red kitchen) Hey, when I say, I've had enough! I've had enough! Stoves off! (calls both teams) Come here! That was pathetic! And you were absolutely useless! CLEAR DOWN! I can't take it anymore! It's been the worst performance so far! SWITCH IT FUCKING OFF!!! (throws his spoon away)

Gordon: There was no place in the kitchen I could put Colleen where she wasn't a disaster. It's time for her to go back to where she belongs, teaching. Because she certainly can't cook.

Narrator: ...Back in the dining room, Max's mom lets J.P. know that he'll be working with someone to plan the party.

Brenda: This gentleman is very recommended.

Jean-Philippe: Yes.

Brenda: So, um...

Francisco: Bonjour, darling!

Brenda: Oh, here he is now.

Narrator: ...Someone he knows all too well.

Francisco: Oh, it's so good to see you! (hugs J.P.) I'm so happy to be here. Are you thrilled to see me?

Brenda: Alright, well, see you tomorrow.

Francisco: Thank you.

Jean-Philippe: [to Francisco] Listen, you. You are not interfering with my job.

Francisco: I respect your boundaries.

Jean-Philippe: Alright, I'll do my thing, and then you do your little thing.

Francisco: "My little thing." Oh, it will be so happy.

Jean-Philippe: Good.

Francisco: Oh, here they (the Red Team) come.

Jean-Philippe: Ladies, ladies, ladies, we've done a few parties in the past with Francisco.

Francisco: I'm so excited to be here, this is so fabulous! (the ladies laugh) Wait until you see what we're doing. We are going to go up, up, and away with beautiful balloons, all around. It's going to be so festive!

Coi: (interview) Oh, Francisco's just fabulous, all the way around.

Francisco: We have twinkly centerpieces on all of the tables...

Andrea: (laughing) Twinkly!

Coi: (interview) It's the way he talks, it's the way he dresses, everything. He's fabulous.

Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe) Hey, give me that table out there! (to Carol and Andrea) And sit on that table and eat that! Both of you, fuck off out there! It's not undercooked, it's raw! RAW, Carol! (gets ticket from Jean-Philippe)

LA: Yes, chef. (interview) In the real world, you wouldn't have someone yelling at you like that. You wouldn't have someone calling you a cow, a bitch. You wouldn't. 'Cos if someone in the real world called you a cow or a bitch, you would walk up to them and sock them in the head.

J: (interview) I guess I don't belong here, so... I'll be going home. I'm here for a reason, and it's my boy and my wife, so of course I'm disappointed. It was a tough day. (in the dorms) Oh...that's fucked up bro. (interview)My dream when I came to Hell's Kitchen was to win. So, uh, now it's time to move on and get my own restaurants going. You know, I don't need Chef Ramsay's opinion anymore, I've got it. (entering the taxicab) Tomorrow's another day! Let's do it. (interview) It's time for J Maxwell to do his own thing.

Gordon: Where are the Wellingtons?

Ben Walanka: Five and a half minutes, chef.

Gordon: I'm watching you like a fucking hawk. You know why? Do you know why?

Ben Walanka: No, I don't chef.

Gordon: I want you out. You're not cutting it. You're dreaming.

Ben Walanka: (interview) It hurts. It hurts when someone goes at you like that.

Lacey: I did and Robert put the chicken and the chicken went on fire and!...

Gordon: Why can't you just make the effort?

Lacey: I'm trying to make an effort.

Gordon: Do you want to come back in there and make an effort?

Lacey: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Then wake up and get a grip!! Come on! [leads Lacey out of the pantry]

Robert: C'mon, guys! Let's fucking do it!

Ben: Yeah, move!

[Robert bends over and a ripping sound is heard. As Ben and Lacey look on in shock, we see that Robert has split open the seat of his trousers. He carries on, unconcerned.]

Robert: Come on guys keep pushing. (interview) All I heard was "RRRRRIIIP!"

Scott: Robert's ass is hanging out all over the place.

Robert: (interview) "Ooh, I feel a little breeze on the back of my ass!" I'll cook in my boxer shorts, I don't give a shit.

Gordon: Damn!

[Gordon checks on meat brought up by Lacey; finds that the lamb was badly carved]

Gordon: Oh, my God!

Lacey: Hmm... Fuck me!

Gordon: Come here, all of you! What is that? Fucking bone's thicker than the meat! WHAT IS THAT?!

Lacey: I don't know chef!

Gordon: (throws the lamb in the bin) IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GET OUT!! YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! PISS OFF!![follows Lacey into the pantry] Madam, look at me. Let's be honest, you're done. You can't waste my time any longer!

[Danny quickly waves to Lacey and then resumes cooking; Ben and Robert ignore her altogether]

Robert: (interview) There's a small violin, just for Lacey. [blows a raspberry] She sucks. Adios, biatoch.

Gordon: Piss off! Let's go! Step up a gear.

Lacey: (interview) On one hand, it's a relief. I can get back to my normal life. (Packing her suitcase) At least now, I know I can get some sleep at night. (interview) But you know, another part of me wishes to stay and learn more and have that chance to win but unfortunately I fucked up tonight and I can only look back on the positive things which there weren't many for me. You know, my mom told me when I came here, "Don't make enemies." and that's the first thing I did and kept doing the whole time I was here. Sorry mom, I should've listened.

[After Lacey was eliminated, the Blue team rallied and completed their service, while the Red team was nowhere completing theirs]

Gordon: Three of 'em in there cooking, they've [Blue team] sent all of their entrées. Five of you and we're still waiting on two wellingtons (points to Carol) from Ditsy. She (points to Andrea) gives me a rubber John Dory, she's (points to Carol) shouting at me about the oven and she (points to LA) can't even give me a whole mashed potato! One, two, three pathetic excuses from three pathetic women! I've had enough, stoves off!

Gordon: LA was a real workhorse in the kitchen. I kicked her out of Hell's Kitchen because she lacked two crucial skills to be a great chef - leadership and creativity.

[The Blue Team are designing their menu for the upcoming service and Ben had came up with an idea that Danny and Robert have no clue and interest about]

Ben: I'm thinking halibut gentleman and I think that if we go ahead and we take a halibut and we really try and go out there and do a method for instance shallow poached

Robert: (interview) I'm thinking of three old rich fuddy-duddies and there like "I'll have the poached halibut"

Ben: Poached Alaskan halibut

Robert: (interview) "and please make it extra poached".

Ben: and pomme fondant (interview) neither one of them are used to doing refined methods of cooking

Danny: Pomme fondant like... I mean

Ben: Pomme fondant is gonna be something that's done very old school French

Danny: (interview) I've worked in a lot of kitchens but uh... some of these terms that Ben says I have no idea what he's talking about

Ben: Pomme fondant

Danny: [tapping ash off a cigarette] Pomme fondant?

Ben: The beautiful potatoes uh... fondant and pomme fondant

Robert: (interview) Pomme fondant

Ben: Pomme fondant

Danny: (interview) I don't ever wanna hear that term "pomme fondant" again I don't even know what it is

Ben: Shallow poached Alaskan halibut with confit tomatoes and pomme fondant, comma natural poaching liquid [Danny and Robert are still clueless about the dish]

Danny: [to Robert] What do you think?

Robert: (interview) I wouldn't order that! [to Danny and Ben] Sounds good

[Gordon checks on sauce brought up by Ben]

Gordon: Oh Ben!

Ben: Chef!?

Gordon: [Returns the sauce to the workstation] Right, all three of you [Ben, Danny & Robert] come here. Here we go. [with spoons] Taste time! Quick, quick, dig in there, yes? Dig in there. Make sure you take a nice big mouthful. Big mouthful. Mmmmmm... [spits out the sauce as does Robert]

Robert: (interview) I spit it right out. It was disgusting.

Gordon: Hey, salty soup! You're just reheating it!

Ben: Yes.

Gordon: So how can you fuck it?!

Ben: It was bland before I over reduced it. It was my fault. I should've tasted it chef.

Gordon: Fucking hell! (throws the potatoes away) Why are the potatoes crunchy? Who cooked them then?

Carol: I did chef. If they go in the oven when the order comes in, they should be fully cooked. (interview) I don't know why they didn't cook. I never cooked potatoes that long before I sliced that thin.

Gordon: (To Jean-Philippe) Hey, come in here you! Have I got news for you, yeah? Tell him then, tell him! HE'S GOING TO GO AND EXPLAIN TO THE CUSTOMERS!!

Jean-Philippe: What's happening?

Carol: The potatoes are undercooked. If the go in when the order comes in, they should be fine.

Jean-Philippe: What's undercooked?

Gordon: Say that again?!

Carol: If she (Andrea) fires it when the order comes in, when it's ready to go,

Gordon: AU-GRATIN DAUPHINOIS NEED TO BE COOKED BEFORE SERVICE!

Carol: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Now you're blaming her.

Carol: I'm not blaming her chef.

Gordon: Hey, Andrea, she's trying to sabotage. She can't even turn--

Carol: I'm not.

Gordon: What?

Carol: I'm not sabotaging.

Andrea: (interview) I was embarrassed for Carol. She's pointing out other people's mistakes. Point me out! I dare you!

Carol: I just poured more cream on it and I'm going to put it back in.

Gordon: My God! Oh, Jesus Christ! [gets the potatoes dumps them in the bin] Are you mad?

Carol: No, chef.

Andrea: (interview) There were no saving those potatoes. None whatsoever. They just looked like shit. They looked like fucking shit! It was awful.

Gordon: I wouldn't even serve that to a fucking pig farm, madam. Forget it. [throws the tray into the sink] You don't care do you? Because if you did care, you wouldn't serve me that crap! This is supposed to be your exciting menu! Really?

Gordon: Carol knew she was out of her depth in Hell's Kitchen. I just put her out of her misery.

Robert: (interview) Yeah, I fucked up and you know what? I know in my heart, I got it. I'm a bull.

Gordon: Come on, Mr. Bacon Man!

Narrator: While Robert tries again on the John Dory, Chef Ramsay is counting on Giovanni on the meat station to get out the first entree of the night.

[Gordon checks on chicken special at the pass]

Gordon: (with a chewed up piece of chicken) What is that?

Scott: Giovanni's best.

Gordon: Hey, Ben.

Ben Walanka: Chef?

Gordon: Is that a chewed up little chicken from the dog ear? (gives the chicken to Ben) That's your special. Have a word with him, yeah? He's given up. Take all the garnish back, do whatever you wish with it. Your special has now become not very special, thanks to dick-face there. Hurry up, Giovanni!

Giovanni: Yeah, but I'm not a dick-face chef!

Gordon: Yeah. Say that again?

Giovanni: I'm not a dick-face, chef!

Gordon: You're pissed aren't you? You're fucking--! Look at me! Look at me IN THE EYES!! NOT AS PISSED AS I AM!! YOU FUCKING ARE!! DONKEY!!

Giovanni: No.

Ben: (interview) Whooo! Boy, oh, boy!

Gordon: Because right now, I don't give a fuck! Dick-face!

Giovanni: (interview) I'm an emotional person. He can get in my face all he wants to. He will not break me.

Gordon: You're sending me shit and trying to get away with it. Now I'm ready for an argument! Sending me that, you should be ashamed!

Robert: (interview) He just wants you to pop off.

Gordon: And you want to get all sensitive! You want to get all fucking dirty! Look at me, you send me shit like that, take your jacket and fuck off!

Giovanni: Yes, chef.

Gordon: I'm not sending that shit, chef!

Giovanni: Yes, chef. Sorry, chef. (interview) I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself. It was just, I was boiling inside and he said something to me.

Gordon: That's the well done one and look at me, I think you're too fucked to get upset with me. It's not the fucking way I call it. This isn't personal, this is professional! That personal was a piece of shit. Now pull it back!!

Gordon: All the goodness is running out of it because you cut through it you thick cunt! Let's just stand back and watch that chicken and the juice piss out of it. Just taste that. Taste. It's delicious. Unfortunately, it should be the customer tasting it, not you. I think you've tasted enough.

Ben: Yes chef.

Gordon: Fucking idiot.

Gordon: Giovanni, Robert! Hey Andrea, come here you! [gathers them at the corner] All three of you are pathetic! You (Giovanni) don't care, you're (Robert) way behind and you (Andrea) haven't got a fucking clue! Can we work together as a team?!

Giovanni, Robert and Andrea: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Two wellington. One well-done! Get it ON!!!

Danny: (interview) One station failed...

Scott: [Andrea's one pan catches fire] Pan's on fire! Pan's on fire!

Danny: ...and another station failed. It's no joke.

Gordon: We're going up in flames. [pick Andrea's pan]

Paula: (interview) First night with the Black team, one big cluster fuck.

Gordon: Same shit, different day! (throws the pan into the sink)

Scott: [Ben's pan also catches fire] What about the rest of the table? We need cover-up.

Gordon: Dynamic six, yeah. My fucking arse. Fuck off the lot of you! [walks out of the kitchen and throws his towel away]

Gordon: [calls the five chefs back in the kitchen after Giovanni's elimination.] I just spent the last hour upstairs in my office thinking. It just doesn't make sense! How can the final six be so shit? I called you all down here because on the back of that performance, I'm now going to do something I have never ever done before. I'm shutting down Hell's Kitchen.

Gordon: Hey, come here a minute. Why are you doing this? You just had the lettuce on top of cucumbers. Do we not saute the lettuce?

Ben Walanka: Chef, I was in the side pan sauteing the tomatoes and the cucumbers, chef. But, I did it wrong, chef.

Gordon: Yeah, you're fucking up, you're cutting corners and you're slipping big time! You know what, do you know your biggest problem? When there's always a down in your career, you're full of fucking shit! Every time you fucking done something wrong, you give a bullshit fucking excuse! But right now, I'm fed up with your bullshit excuses!

Ben Walanka: (interview) There's really nothing I can do to please Chef Ramsay, and I'm slowly but surely being able to accept that.

Gordon: FUCK OFF!!

Ben Walanka: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You're too dangerous to have on service. I asked you what you're doing, you said you're sautéing tomatoes ARE YOU FUCK?!! YOU DIRTY PIG! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! Un-fucking-believable!

Louie: [glares at Gordon] (interview) Hundreds of people eat that in my diner each week. I don't think it was worth spitting out!

Joseph: (interview) I feel like a dog that's been taken off his leash. I'm hungry, I'm hungry and I want this, and I'm gonna get it. None of them will get in my fucking way.

Gordon: So, this is...?

Joseph: This right here's a roasted veal chop, with roasted root vegetables.

Gordon: Uh-huh. Lovely color on there.

Joseph: Thank you.

Gordon: What a shame the Brussels sprouts are rock hard. Are they supposed to be that crunchy?

Joseph: No, they're not.

Gordon: (gives a sprout to Joseph) Will you have a little taste for me please?

Joseph: Absolutely. You got a fork? (interview) I ain't no animal. If there's a fork available, I like to fucking use it.

Gordon: You can bite that. You're a big boy.

Joseph: I'm not an animal. (interview) Do I look like a caveman? Do I eat with my fucking hands?

Gordon: Don't get defensive. Relax.

Tony: (interview) I was like "Damn! Throw it down Chef Ramsay!"

Gordon: Are you mad?

Joseph: (interview) Me and him, we're going to go head to head, without a fuckin' doubt. I will drag him out to the parking lot by his fucking jacket and stomp the shit out of him. That's bullshit! I nailed that fucking dish. He knew it and I knew it! No fucking way!

Gordon: (to Tony and Amanda) Let's go.

[Tony and Amanda went in front of Gordon to present their dishes]

Amanda: Two seconds chef. I need to grab one thing.

[Amanda returns to the pass to get two shots of tequila]

Gordon: What's that?

Amanda: Tequila.

Gordon: Tequila.

Amanda: (interview) I'm definitely asking Chef Ramsay to do a shot of tequila with me. It goes with the dish.

Gordon: And what's your dish?

Amanda: Margarita French toast with tequila lime butter.

Gordon: Show me? (looking at Amanda's dish) I thought you were joking. You're cooking a slice of fucking toast dipped in egg with...

Amanda: Tequila.

Gordon: ...to get me drunk.

Amanda: (interview) One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four... (cuts to Amanda took a shot of tequila) Give me a lot more! Keep on going!

[Gordon was shocked at Amanda]

Lovely: (interview) Are you kidding me? (laughs) Why would you do that?

Gordon: (raises a piece of toast with a knife) That's it? (brief pause) What the fuck were you doing for 42 minutes 'cause that takes literally 3 minutes. SHOCKING!

Melinda: We have a poached lobster and savory portobello mushrooms. (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and luscious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. (laughs)

[Melinda lifts the lid off her dish, revealing that the mushrooms make up most of the dish, with just a few small chunks of lobster scattered around; Gordon is shocked]

Gordon: Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.

Lovely: Yes, chef.

Gordon: We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.

Tennille: (interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.

Gordon: [raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We haven't even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!

Sabrina Gresset: (interview) That's it. The end.

Gordon: GET FUCKED!!

Suzanne: (interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Jim]

Gordon: JIM!!!!!

Jim: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Look at me. Three scallops cut in half means what?

Jim: Six pieces.

Gordon: I've got four! Are you doing this on purpose to get me going?

Jim: No.

Dave: (interview) Don't insult Chef Ramsay's intelligence.

Gordon: So look at me. Count to six for me.

Jim: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Gordon: Louder!

Jim: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!

Gordon: Then WAKE UP!!

Jim: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks the scallops on Tek's station]

Gordon: Look at this. I swear to God. [gets some scallops] It's a kind of shit you'd expect Tiger Woods to tee off it. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, RUBBER!!![throws the scallops away]

Gordon: OH, MY GOD! (calls out the entire team) Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrees and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?

Louie: To lock in the juices, sir.

Gordon: To give it color, to improve the flavor!

Louie: Sorry, sir.

Jim: (interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.

Gordon: Fucking hell!

[Gordon returns to the Red kitchen for the Red team's appetizers]

Gordon: For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!

Gordon: (on Melinda's capellini) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.

Melinda: Is it cooked?

Gordon: (tastes the capellini) Not cooked.

Melinda: Not cooked?

Gordon: That is not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my God!! Why did you throw it away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove to the lid on the top 30 seconds cooking it. What did you do, just trashed it straight away!

Sabrina Gresset: (interview) Melinda... she had that deer-in-the-headlights look and that'll kill you.

Gordon: (Discovers a capellini thrown in the bin) Look at all this fucking...! Who's putting all this in the bin?! How many portions are you putting in there? How much is in the bin? Look! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Narrator: An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.

Gordon: (to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! What are you doing, Melinda? What are you doing?

[Melinda begins attempted interview and doesn't speak]

Gordon: You're making me mad!

Melinda: Yes, Chef.

Gordon: Fucking mad!

Melinda: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Salmon, lamb please, how long?

Tennille: Seven minutes, chef.

Gordon: Hey, what's that piece of shit there?

Suzanne: It's supposed to be the salmon.

Gordon: Holy fuck! Look at that. It's like a... bison's penis! What is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?!

Amanda: Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.

Gordon: Yeah, you fucked up, big time!

Tek: All the salmon's the same, I think we should try and fix it.

Gordon: Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.

Heather: And we have five on order.

Gordon: We've got five on order?

Heather: Five on order.

Gordon: (to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!

Amanda: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Oh, fuck off.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Louie]

Gordon: Louie! (raises a chewed up piece of lamb) Wha-what is that? What is that?! Did you bite that?! Look! That's one, that's the other. It's on the same fucking table!

Van: I'm gonna fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're gonna get it down and it's gonna be a first round knock out.

Gordon: What's is going on?

Jean-Philippe: (referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.

Gordon: DON'T SHOUT!!! WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!!!

Van: I'm sorry, Chef.

Jean-Philippe: He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.

Van: (interview) Hey, shut the fuck up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.

Gordon: (to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. (points to Van) And if you do your job, (points to Jean-Philippe) And if you do your job, we'll come together. Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you gonna do it?

Jean-Philippe: (referring Van) If he listens to me.

Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?

Jean-Philippe: Yes, I will if he listens to me.

Gordon: (to Van) ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?

Van: Yes, Chef.

Gordon: Last chance.

Jean-Philippe: (Letting Van out of the pantry first) Ladies first.

Tennille: Chef Ramsay, sir, I'm definitely behind.

Gordon: (calls the Red Team) Okay, hey, come here you. All of you! So, how many tables are you backed up?

Tennille: Team, I have 55, 40, 54 and 32 to go.

Gordon: Yeah, basically, six tables she's backed up.

Ariel: (interview) Tennille is sinking the team. We are so far in the weeds right now, I don't even know how we're going to to get out.

Gordon: Do you know something? You're a great fucking talker, but you're a shit cook. You've just sunk your team!

Tennille: I did not, chef...

Gordon: Madam, FUCK OFF!!

Gordon: Where's the chicken?

Andy: Just a second. I'll cook it a little bit more.

Gordon: (sees what Andy is doing) Oh, no. Oh, dear. We're cutting up a piece of chicken and frying it off. What do you think of it? A chicken nugget?! OY!! Come here you! Now, you're cutting them like bits of chicken nugget and frying them off?

Andy: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You fucking donkey!

Joseph: (interview) Andy, if you're sitting there all night long with a meat thermometer on your arm, why are you not checking the chickens? What the fuck is it doing on your arm? It don't look good on you.

Gordon: (grabs Andy's pan) Is that how you'd cook in Whistler?

Andy: No, chef.

Gordon: So why are you cooking it like that now?

Andy: I made a mistake chef.

[Gordon throws the pan into the sink]

Gordon: Where's the chicken?

Sabrina Gresset: Chicken to the pass.

Gordon: Yeah, I'd like to get something out, yes?

Sabrina Gresset: Yes, sir.

Suzanne: (to Robert) It's raw.

Gordon: [returning with chicken] Oh, dear. The chicken's pink!

Suzanne: (interview) Hmm, put it back in the oven. For the future, you should listen to me. Period. (to Sabrina) If I tell you I know that it's raw, it's raw. That's the last time it's done.

Lovely: Yes, chef. (interview) The sea bass was not raw. I didn't see any pink, it was all opaque. (brings another sea bass up to the pass) Chef, the re-fired sea bass is coming up. (interview) So, Chef Ramsay, get your eyes checked. I think that he's getting kind of old.

Gordon: Lovely!

Lovely: Yes, chef?

Gordon: (holds up the re-fired sea bass, which this time is burnt) There you go, there you go. Come here you! She sends out black sea bass.

Suzanne (interview) Uhm, Lovely did burn the sea bass. I don't believe that Lovely knows how to cook.

Gordon: I didn't ask for blackened cod! (throws the sea bass away)

Lovely: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Dumbo!

[Gordon asks for chicken in the Red kitchen]

Gordon: One roasted crown chicken!

Sabrina Gresset: Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.

Gordon: (sees that the chicken is burnt) It's burnt, the chicken!

Sabrina Gresset: Is it?

Gordon: It's crispy and burnt! Oh, my God!

Sabrina Gresset: Damn!

Gordon: (calls the Blue team) Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got fuck all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!

Dave: (interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.

Gordon: I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!

Gordon: Hey, smart-arse, I asked you to tell me. Who's the first nominee and why?

Joseph: No problem. Tony and Andy.

Gordon: Listen, I know you may be slightly stupid. First nominee and why?

Joseph: First nominee and why? Tony. He knows why. We sat down as a group and they wouldn't pick each other. You know. No peer pressure! We're men!

Gordon: Just, just just, what do you want? A fucking medal?

Joseph: What do you want me to fucking say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fucking are. We chose as a group and they stand out and they said they belong there. Stand up, they know who they are.

Gordon: (approaches Joseph) Listen, you chippy idiot. I asked for one nominee and why, in plain English. And you're mouthing off and you couldn't answer me. Now can you just tell me in fucking plain English, the first nominee, and why he's nominated. Is that fucking clear?!

Joseph: That's clear.

Gordon: Thank you! (walks back) Unbelievable! One simple request, who and why, and you make a big fucking song and dance about it!

Joseph: I ain't no fucking bitch, chef! I don't give a fuck. I ain't no bitch!

Gordon: What?!

Joseph: I'm not no bitch!

Robert: He's trying to bring the best out of you. You got to look past it.

Joseph: You keep talking like this, I'll have you out in the fucking parking lot. I don't give a fuck! What do you want me to say?

Gordon: I ASK THE FUCKING QUESTIONS! YOU GIVE THE FUCKING ANSWERS!!

Joseph: (takes off his jacket and walks out of the line) Fuck that shit, dog. I ain't here for that! (approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him.) You want my fucking jacket? You want to talk some shit? Let's go step outside, motherfucker! (gets in Gordon's face) I ain't here for that, dog!

[continuing the confrontation from the episode before. A couple of guards step in to separate Joseph from Gordon.]

Joseph: Want to talk about fucking fighting?

Gordon: Oh wow.

Joseph: Want to get fucking rough?

Gordon: You think I'm scared? Huh? Look at you.

Joseph: Yeah, keep talking for the fucking cameras.

Gordon: You've just blown your-- Yeah, fuck the cameras.

Joseph: Yeah?

Gordon: Yeah.

Joseph: Let's go step outside!

Gordon: Out in front here? I asked you one simple question, and you couldn't fucking answer me. And then you want to get all tough and up close and personal.

Joseph: Fuck you!

Gordon: There you go.

Joseph: You ain't nothing but a bitch!

Gordon: You've got no respect.

Joseph: No respect.

Gordon: Now get out.

Joseph: Fuck you. You fucking bitch! (Double flips off the chefs.) Fuck all of you! (the guards lead him out, he trips over the step.)

Gordon: Watch the step.

Joseph: Yeah, watch the step, bitch.

Gordon: What an idiot. Total, total shame. (kicks Joseph's jacket up to the table.)

Joseph: (outside the restaurant.) I don't need this and that. I don't need some limey fucking prick talking to me like that. Without skipping a beat, I'll go back home, I'll work. Anybody who fucking hires me to work in their kitchen, they'll be proud to have me there! Fuck him! Fuck him!

Gordon: (to the remaining chefs) And I've got more thing to say to you, in fact to you all. I'm nobody's bitch.

Robert: Right now, I just want to win a challenge. I want to win. All through my life I hear bullshit. People thinking shit I'm too fat, too slow, too this, too that. I ain't about to be a loser, I hate it.

Scott Leibfried: Good, Robert. That's how you should feel. It just kinda sucks that the intensity is coming out during being punished and not neccessarily during...

Robert: You know chef I...Fuck!

Scott Leibfried: Well Robert, what do you want me to tell you? You could've won, you didn't. But you know, the competitive parts should come out during that time and not afterwards.

Robert: (throws his broom down) I fucking almost died last time for this shit! Don't tell me I ain't giving my fucking 110%! Dancing around like fucking Fred Astaire all fucking day!! LAST SEASON, I ALMOST FUCKING DIED FOR THIS SHIT!! AND I'M HERE AGAIN AND I FUCKING DON'T WANT TO LOSE IT!! (Breaks his broom)

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Andy]

Gordon: Andy, (raises a lamb) you're a first class cunt!

Robert: (to Andy) I told you not to send that shit!

Gordon: Hey, look! There you go! That's Whistler for you, yes?

Andy: No, chef.

Gordon: That's the Araxi Restaurant in Whistler, yes? [throws the lamb away] Fuck off will you?!

[both teams are coming down to the wire during service]

Gordon: Where's the chicken?!

Robert: Come on! Come on!

Andy: (rushing with the chicken) Coming right behind you. Go now!

Scott Leibfried: Hey, fucking nit-wit, that is fucking raw.

Robert: Oh man! (interview) Here we go again!

Scott Leibfried: (gets in Andy's face) You get that ready by the time the rest of the fucking table is ready to go! You got it?!

Andy: Yes, chef.

Scott Leibfried: GO!

[After a solid good dinner service for the second time in a row]

Gordon: Right, no close. Ladies, you've beaten by the sides.

Suzanne: (raises her right hand) Chef, can I get play-by-play on that?

Gordon: Yeah, first of all. Okay. I'm telling you, straight to your face, you lost. And you, one more thing, you do have a one more member than the men, they will do have eleven of us. No play-by-play, take it on the fucking chin, with a little bit of respect. End of fucking story.

Gordon: If people were named for their cooking, her name wouldn't be Lovely. It would be Useless.

Gordon: (checks the steaks) Now they're burnt. (returns to Tek's station) I am fucking so upset. That's nicely cooked, that's nicely cooked, but what are they for? They're black. HOW CAN SERVE THAT AND THAT ON THE SAME TABLE, TEK?!!

Tek: Sorry, chef!

Gordon: I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! What's the matter with you, madam?! Half the dining room have got their entrées! YOUR HALF ARE STANDING STARING!

Suzanne: (interview) Tek talks more of a game. But, if she can't back it up, she's going home.

Gordon: This may not be important for you madam, hey madam! This is fucking serious and you're shit!! (to the Red team) Just take the fucking lot back will you? Get out of my sight.

[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]

Gordon: Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!

Amanda Davenport: (interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.

Gordon: This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!

Suzanne: This is---.

Gordon: Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!![kicks the bins]

Tennille: (interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!

Gordon: It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!![crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?

Andy: Desserts chef.

Gordon: Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?

Gordon: Gentlemen, I can't wait for a fantastic dessert. I hope it's substantial. You've probably saved the best until last.

[Dave carries the platter with the blue team's dessert over to Ramsay]

Amanda Davenport: (interview) Man, that had better be a giant piece of chocolate something, to beat us!

Kevin: (interview) I was worried, the girls had some really nice stuff. This has got to kick some ass.

Andy: (interview) I make an apple fruit compote every day of my life. No problem.

[Dave lifts the lid on his platter, and Ramsay instantly starts laughing]

Gordon: Oh, come on! What is that?

Dave: (interview) When Chef Ramsay laughed, it definitely like, stung. I felt like a loser. (Ramsay samples the dessert) Chef, we have an egg white crepe filled with a fruit compote, and we have a blackberry and vanilla yoghurt cream.

Gordon: It tastes... foul! That's the kind of crap they serve when you have a heart bypass or an ulcer operation, that is a joke! Back in line, Dave.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pork]

Jean-Philippe: Chef, it's raw in the center.

Gordon: Oh, no. Hey ladies, all of you come here a minute. I'm fed up with it! Give me an answer for that. That's raw pork!

Suzanne: (interview) Sabrina sent out raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you seriously ill.

Gordon: Give me a fucking answer!

Sabrina Gresset: It's me.

Gordon: Yeah, was it?! (angrily throws the plate away)FUCK OFF!![gets the raw pork in the bin] "It's me"?! (gives the pork to Sabrina) Hey, there you go. Just touch that!

Gordon: [finds that the mashed potato was under-portioned] Oh, no. (returns to the workstation) Tennille! That's my two portions of mash! Look at that! That's the way I get treated. (shows the mashed potatoes) What the fuck is that?! [slams the pan down] Fuck off will you?!

[Ramsay and Tennille have just had an argument about the mashed potatoes]

Gordon: (After eliminating Jim from Hell's Kitchen) Big man, let me tell you something. I can teach a chef how to cook but I can't give you a heart. You're not the Tin Man and I'm not the fucking Wizard of Oz.

Robert: (interview) (after blue team lost the dinner service) Yes, I have bad service. But I do not deserve to go home. Because people here, but Andy has better than me.

Gordon: Robert, tell me why do think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen on the back of that performance?

Robert: My history here in Hell's Kitchen never been on the block once. And I'm disgusted that I even share the same fucking stage this guy (Andy) right here. Been here three times not bad for the team always fucking around.

Gordon: (slams the plates down) Medium-well? And... that's well done? (to Suzanne and Sabrina) Well-done to you?! I can't believe just how inconsistent you are!! Do me a favor! You and you FUCK OFF UPSTAIRS! GET OUT!! Both of you!

Tennille: (interview) Holy shit! He's gonna shut us down!

Gordon: Get out! Get out!!

Kevin: (interview; after escaping elimination) We don't want Suzanne (moved to blue team), we don't want her all. But it doesn't matter what jacket Suzanne has all on me. She's going to go home just like anybody else. I will be the last man standing.

[Gordon has found out that Van has brought up 7 scallops instead of 6]

Gordon: Van, come here! Straight away! Two three's are what?

Van: Two three's?

Gordon: Two times three?

Van: Two three's?

Gordon: Two three's are what? Two times three?

Van: (interview) I'm kind of confused on that right now. (to Gordon) What?

Gordon: Van!

Van: I don't understand chef.

Gordon: You don't understand two times three?

Van: (interview) I can count, yes. (to Gordon) Yeah, it's six.

Gordon: So you gave me seven--

Van: I gave you an extra. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

Gordon: Dumbo!

[Gordon sees the halibut was raw]

Gordon: Come here, all of us! Just come here! Come here, all of you! Look, it's not... it's just... no, it's not about "oh"! (angrily smashes the halibut on the plate after someone says "oh" in disappointment) it's not about that!

Dave: (interview) Oh... damn! Halibut splurged all over my face and like I have little tiny like bits a halibut in my eyes.

Gordon: Can't take it any more. I cannot take it any more. Un-fucking real. Oh, fuck me. That's a first.

Jean-Philippe: They're gone. So, are they coming back?

Gordon: I can't take it anymore. Oh, dear.

[Gordon and Sous-Chef Scott return to the kitchen; Gordon calls Van, Ariel and Suzanne to the pass]

Gordon: (to Kevin in the dining room) Kevin, now.

Kevin: (interview) Oh, shit. Here we go.

Gordon: Urgently, Kevin. Let's go. (Kevin enters the kitchen) I've never done that. No one's ever pushed me out far to fucking just disappear in my own fucking restaurant. Nobody! (to Van, Ariel and Suzanne) You, you, you. Fuck off will you?! Get out of here! Just get out! All of you!

Gordon: Van may have been a poissonier, but his performance on fish was anything but Vantastic.

[The sixteen chefs meet in front of Chef Ramsay. Among them is Tana Ramsay in disguise.]

Gordon: Okay, so there are few out there who are executive chefs, right? [Jay and Siobhan raises their hands] Okay, good. There was one I seem to remember, you (points to Tana) with the glasses.

Tana: Yes, chef.

Gordon: What do you do for a living?

Tana: I'm a mom, but I'm a cookbook author.

Gordon: Never worked in a restaurant?

Tana: No, chef.

Gordon: Okay, let's start from the bottom. Bring your dish.

Fran: (whispering) Oh, geez.

Gordon: Apart from looking like a baby vomit, what is that?

Tana: It's a veal scallopini.

Gordon: (tastes the dish) Oh, God. (to the lady) Listen to me. That dish... was delicious.

Tana: (smiles) Thank you, chef.

Gordon: I mean, I'm shocked. It may looked slightly dull and boring, a little bit like you. But well done! (the chefs laugh) Don't look so nervous.

Tana: You're scary.

Gordon: I'll give you a hug, yeah? Right. Relax, relax, relax.

Maria: (interview) That is not his side. He doesn't just hug people. He's not that type of person. He's not personable at all.

Gordon: What a great start! If this is the sight of things to come, well done! Thank you! (kisses her on her cheeks) God, it was good! [kisses her on her lips; the chefs were shocked and started laughing]

Holli: I wanted to be first!

Jamie Bisoulis: (interview) Chef Ramsay, you're a little slutty.

Siobhan: (interview) I was just so stunned, Chef Ramsay really did like that.

Gordon: That was fucking amazing. [chefs laugh again] (to the chefs) Listen to me, before we go any further. This person is not who you think she is. (the lady removes her glasses) This person is... my wife. (Tana removes her disguise) Tana. (to Tana) Take that off. [chefs gave her an applause]

Jay: (interview) Thank God, it's his wife and he kind of licked her teeth.

Gordon: (to Tana) A job well done. [kisses her again]

Jay: (interview) What a filthy bastard!

Gordon: (to the chefs) The point I'm trying to make is that, I don't give two fucks about how much experience you've got. What I do care about, whoever has the magic, who has it? She definitely has it. (to Tana) Good night, my darling. Thank you for making my point.

Tana: Thank you. (to the chefs) Good luck to you all.

Gordon: [looking at Holli's signature dish] Now what the fuck is that thing there?

Holli: Halibut wrapped in a banana leaf.

Gordon: And that's is your signature dish? [Throws away the leaf]

Holli: It's a like a classic Indian dish.

Gordon: I've been to India, I haven't seen food like that.

Holli: It's Northern Indian.

Gordon: Northern Indian?

Holli: Yeah, I believe Northern Indian. I believe it has...

Gordon: [tastes and spits it out]

Holli: I messed it up a bit.

Gordon: You messed it up a bit? You're being polite. [dumps the dish in the trash] Holli, that was a disaster.

Gordon: (Looking at Andrew's dish.) Now, what is that?

Andrew Forster: Steak Tartare. (licks his lips) I guess the inspiration from that came from the fact that I've raised and butchered my own animals and I like to eat them raw. (the other chefs are shocked by this fact) (interview) When I win this competition, I'm going to buy two walk in coolers. That's all I want is two walk in coolers.

Gordon: Do you do some form of Hell's Kitchen Hannibal lector?

Andrew Forster: Maybe. (interview) Then I can start butchering animals which is what I like to do.

Gordon: (tastes the tartare) Bland. What a shame. (to Nilka) Okay, Nilka, why did you become a chef?

Nilka: I love cooking. That is my passion. (interview) I'm a single mom with three kids. I want to teach my kids that in order to get something in life, you have to go for it. I know I'm gonna win Hell's Kitchen. I will not settle for less.

Fran: (interview) I put the crab by accident. We switched the things. Yeah, I made a mistake but give me a break!

Gordon: Can someone explain to Fran what the fuck a lobster looks like?

Narrator: While the red team gets a pep talk from Autumn, over in the blue kitchen, Chef Ramsay looks for Benjamin to maintain Hell's Kitchen's standards.

Gordon: Hey, guys, get a grip. And you start tasting stuff huh?

Benjamin: Yes, chef. (tastes the risotto and puts the spoon back in it.)

Gordon: Oh fuck me. Hey, Benjamin!

Benjamin: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Come here! There's customers standing right over there.

Benjamin: Yes, chef.

Gordon:You're tasting the food and putting the spoon back in it!

Benjamin: Yes, chef. (interview) I stirred it. I tasted it. I stirred it again instead of dropping my spoons in the water.

Gordon: You can't stand there and eat the food and dip it with your fucking saliva in there and then serve it! I'm not serving that!

Benjamin: Throw it away, let's start again.

Narrator: Benjamin's performance has left a bad taste in Chef Ramsay's mouth.

[6:48 PM]

Narrator: It's 45 minutes into dinner service and Chef Ramsay's guarantee to serve every customer is in danger.

Nilka: (serving tableside) Just be patient and he'll get the entrées out.

Narrator: He's hopeful that Jamie's first entrée will get things rolling in the right direction.

Gordon: What in the fuck is that?

Jamie Bisoulis: More in the oven chef, right?

Gordon: Oh, leave me alone. Leave me the fuck alone. (slams the beef on the stove) Just touch that there. Just all of you put your finger on there!

Maria: Cold chef.

Gordon: Yeah, there you go.

Maria: Yes, this is very cold.

Gordon: Come here you and touch it! It's like cold cream on a fucking hot steak! (Maria laughs) Maria, madam. Let me tell you something, there's nothing right now to laugh about. I can't get sauteed potatoes. And there you (Stacey), she's on her third time cooking scallops and you think it's funny?

Maria: But...alright. Alright (laughs again)

Gordon: Now she's laughing again. What's funny then? Maria.

Maria: Chef, nothing's funny.

Gordon: You're not laughing no? You're seeing things. Come here a minute! Jamie, Fran yes? You come here. Hey, you, you and you, fuck off out of here! We'll finish the service. GET OUT! You (Siobhan) on meat!

Fran: Chef, I'm not leaving my team chef!

Gordon: I'm telling you, if you don't get out, I'll drag you out! Get upstairs to the dorm! Videos, recipes, demos is a fucking joke!

[Mikey brings halibut up to the pass after being rushed by Scott Hawley]

Mikey: (interview) Chef Ramsay dynamites the thing right in front of us. There was like halibut shrapnel all over us.

Gordon: Raw! RAAAAAAW! RAWWW! SHIT!!

Mikey: (interview) Scott is making me look bad.

Mikey: Yes, chef.

Gordon: RAW!!

Gordon: Capellini, risotto, two scallops. How long?

Benjamin: Five minutes chef.

Gordon: Five minutes? Get your rice in there!

Benjamin: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You're cooking a risotto with no fucking rice in there! How's that possible?

Benjamin: It's not possible chef.

Gordon: The fucking rice has to go in before the stock!

Benjamin: Yes, chef.

Salvatore: (interview) Benjamin, is a shit chef. He can't even cook a fucking risotto. He's a chef.

Gordon: What's Salvatore doing? Put it down. It's a cold pan. You got to get the pan hot first. This is basic now!

Salvatore: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You can't put fucking cold food into a cold pan. It absorbs the olive oil. So at the center of the potato, it's like eating a mouthful of grease!

Salvatore: Yes, chef. Sorry chef.

Gordon: There's two of you on there. How long?....You're not even listening! (calls out Salvatore and Benjamin) Hey, do me a fa--come here you! Hey, you as well. (Calling out to blue haired Jay) Hey, where's fucking Smurf? SMURF!! Come here, you. You and you, fuck off will you? GET OUT! PISS OFF! I'm not going to stand here and struggle time after time!

Salvatore: (interview) I don't know what happened. I got lost with the freaking appetizers.

Gordon: Fuck off up to the dorm! GET OUT OF HERE!!

Salvatore: (interview) Maybe he don't likes the way I talk. I don't know. He don't likes me, who knows? Maybe he don't likes Italian people!

Gordon: How can I wait nearly two hours for an entrée, now you want five more minutes for the salmon?

Stacey: Three minutes.

Gordon: How long?

Stacey: Three minutes.

Gordon: Three minutes now. Why are you jumping all over the place? Five, three. Tell me!

Stacey: I'm not sure how long it's going to take.

Gordon: You're not sure?

Stacey: No chef.

Gordon: Hey madam, come here.

Stacey: Yes chef.

Gordon: Right now, I'm not too sure about you! Full fucking stop! Do me one big favor, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! Join the rest of them! "I'm not sure"!

[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Mikey; after finding out that it's still raw, he has had it]

Gordon: Halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!

Mikey: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Come here again! Raw fucking halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favor: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the fucking dorms and get your fucking hair done! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?!!

[Gordon calls both teams to the pass]

Gordon: You guys are fucking USELESS! But I am NOT going to shut this fucking place down! (to the red team) You, you, you, over there (the blue kitchen), work together! DOUBLE UP!

Red team: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Move your arse!

Holli: What do you guys need?

Gordon: Fucking hell. What do we need? Yeah, I need sixteen cooks.

Gordon: It's a good thing Stacey's a private chef, her food wasn't good enough for the public.

[During the eggs four way challenge. Siobhan who was to have cooked all four eggs by herself is next.]

Gordon: Siobhan by herself. Soft boiled egg, how long did you boil it for?

Siobhan: I just cook eggs every day chef so I have a very good grasp of how long they are cooked for.

Gordon: Just answer me the question. How long did you cook it for?

Siobhan: My teammates helped me chef.

Gordon: Your teammates helped you?

Siobhan: Yes chef.

Gordon: I asked you to work on your own. Because I put you out, singled you out thinking that you could cook fucking eggs four ways.

Siobhan: I could and I wanted to.

Gordon: You were working by yourself. So if you wanted to, why didn't you?

Siobhan: Because there was pressure from my team.

Nilka: Are you serious?

Siobhan: Not from my team, from Autumn.

Gordon: Oh, Christ almighty.

Autumn: I just said "Let me give you a hand." I can help you make one of the eggs.

Gordon: Which one of these four eggs did you do?

Siobhan: I did the poached egg chef.

Gordon: So you only poached one egg in five minutes?

Siobhan: I did two poached eggs.

Gordon: One simple instruction, how can I make it any more fucking clearer than that?!

Siobhan: I should've pushed her out of the way and I'm so mad at myself that I didn't. (starts crying) I'm so mad. (interview) I should have not listened to my teammates that were forcing me to do something that I should've known it was wrong to do. And I'm just so mad at myself.

Gordon: Listen please! You do as I say! Holy Moses!

Narrator: Siobhan failed to follow his instructions and did not work on her own.

Gordon: Is that what you're capable of doing?

Siobhan: No, I'm so mad that I didn't step up and push her out of the way.

Autumn: (interview) Siobhan got flustered and pointed fingers at me. She doesn't have a lot of backbone and under the pressure, she just doesn't know when to shut her mouth.

Gordon: So you're only going to get credited for the ones you did yourself. So you did the poached egg yes? (tastes) That's delicious, one point.

Siobhan: Thank you chef.

Gordon: Fuck off yes?

Gordon: Next pair, Fran and Autumn. Let's go. Soft boiled egg, (slices off the top) Hold on a minute. Who cooked this?

Autumn: I did chef.

Gordon: (tastes) Delicious.

Autumn: Thank you chef.

Gordon: (to Fran) Which one did you cook?

Fran: Scrambled chef.

Gordon: (the scrambled egg is overcooked) Well that's chopped omelet. Ooh. Sunny side up, (tastes) Not an ounce of salt anywhere. Fucking lazy cooking. (Checks the poached egg which is stuck to the plate) Who poached this egg?

Benjamin: (interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.

Gordon: Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class, look at that. That's your best?!

Jason Ellis: No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.

Gordon: Fine dining?!

Jason Ellis: No, chef!

Gordon: A fine fucking MESS! (kicks the bin)

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Jamie Bisoulis]

Gordon: Oh, God. Why's the salmon coming out like a--? Hey madam.

Jamie: Yes, c-chef?

Gordon: Come here! Look, fucking salmon crispy as fuck on the bottom. Because the pan you put them in were like smoking. Like, I'd expect her (Holli) to sear a beef in it. (angrily smashes the salmon) SHIT!!

Jamie: Okay, chef.

Gordon: FUCKING SHIT!!

Jamie: Refire two salmon, one tagliatelle. (interview) Chef Ramsay lost it and just went Satan on my arse.

Gordon: Mash please! Where is it? (Jay brings the mashed potatoes) Why is Jay on the fucking garnish?

Andrew Forster: Holy shit!! Grrrrrrrr!!

[Gordon checks on mash potatoes brought up by Andrew; finds out that it's extremely thin and runny]

Gordon: What's he done?

Scott Leibfried: Potato soup.

Andrew: (to himself) Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Gordon: Blue team, come here all of you, a minute. That's you as well, Salvatore! There you go, there's our mashed potato! There you fucking go!

[Andrew takes back the mashed potato, then puts some fresh mashed potato into the same batch]

Gordon: Don't add it- oh, no!

Andrew: (snaps) What?!

Gordon: Come here, you idiot! Let me fucking explain why!

Andrew: Yes, please do.

Gordon: You've put the thick stuff in, and you add the runny to it.

Andrew: That was a brilliant idea, chef.

Gordon: "That's a brilliant idea, chef!" You think this is funny, don't you?

Andrew: No, I don't think this is funny.

Gordon: So we're serving liquid fucking mashed potato, so I expect you to put that fucking fresh stuff in a pan, and you add the liquid to it! That's not going to make any ounce of difference there, it's gone!

Andrew: That's not true.

Jason: (interview) Man, this guy, damn! He's just crazy!

Andrew: And now you're going to tell me I can't cook in the sautee pan?

Jason: (interview) Chef Ramsay, he's like the Jay-Z of fuckin' restaurants! You don't talk back to a man like that!

Jason: (interview) Andrew? I don't know what happened to that cat. Chef Ramsay hit his ass with some fairy dust and made his ass disappear.

Gordon: (eliminating Mikey) You backed your team up but not just one service, two shit services (flashback of Mikey's two miserable dinner services) and I can't work with that. Take your jacket off! (Mikey gives his jacket to Chef Ramsay)

Mikey: (outside the restaurant) Chef Ramsay really didn't like my performance, I know I get crappy but I still got my tattoo of Hell's Kitchen and I work with pride. I don't regret that thing come in here and I accept my faith.

Gordon: Mikey was all about appearances. Unfortunately for him, it didn't appear he could cook.

[Salvatore is an assistant Matire'D for tonight's service and brings tickets to the pass.]

Gordon: Salvatore, show me. Oh my god! What is that? What is that?

Scott Leibfried: Ugh, I can't read that.

Gordon: Are you writing in Japanese? Fuck off will you yes?

[Salvatore returns a wellington to the pass]

Gordon: What's wrong with that?

Salvatore: It's that she requested medium well.

Gordon: Yeah, and it's not wrote on the ticket!

Salvatore: Yes chef.

Gordon: It's not on the fucking ticket! What do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck your team? Go in there, take it to them, there you go.

Salvatore: Now he's gonna lose his shit. [walks into the blue kitchen] Guys, please, may I please have a wellington medium well? Please on the fly? Thank you very much.

Gordon: Yeah, basically, it's not even written out on the ticket. So we sent it out perfectly and it's not your fault okay? [to Salvatore] Don't you dare! Hey, hello! Get rid of that plate! Take the fucking plate and fuck off!

Salvatore: (interview) I take and take it, only so many I can take. How much can I take?

Gordon: Who in the fuck chose prunes with blood sausage?! Talk to me, red team!

[flashback to Scott Hawley telling Nilka and Fran to cook the prunes with blood sausage. In the present, Maria and Fran point at Scott]

Fran: (interview) It was his decision to put those items together on the plate, and Scott's trying not to own up to it.

Nilka: It went completely wrong.

Gordon: Understatement of the year!

Nilka: (interview) I knew it. I'd rather have just gone up there with an empty plate, like "voilà, chef!"

Gordon: That's a fucking disaster. (throws the plate away)

Maria: D'oh!

Gordon: Right, Benjamin. What is that?

Benjamin: We have a pan-roasted pork loin, drizzled with thyme, star anise and baby bok choi. (interview) The dish that we did was a beautiful dish. The pork was fucking gorgeous.

Gordon: That was delicious. Just... phenomenal.

Benjamin: (interview) I mean, I would have made love to it right there.

[the final round of the pork challenge, with the teams tied 1-1]

Gordon: Maria, what is that?

Maria: You know, when we had sweet potato, I was like, "sweet potato soup," and then ham-hock, and then we do a honey-infused oil. We put another pan over it and let it pressure cook, and like, one sprig again, of thyme, we just let it marinade. Not, like, a lot. At all.

Gordon: Breathe.

Maria: (interview) I dunno, maybe I talk a little too much. I don't know if it's just flat-out a lack of self-control. It's just outrageous. Look at me now, I can't even stop myself.

Gordon: Nice soup. The winning dish? (looks at Maria) Congratulations... (Maria smiles) ...because you've just screwed your team! (Maria looks upset) Listen to me. I asked for the ham-hock as the main ingredient. And you're serving me a sweet potato soup garnished with a spoonful of ham-hock? Blue team, congratulations. Back in line!

Maria: (interview) Wonderful. Idiot, I'm an idiot.

[Only few hours before barbecue night service started]

Nilka: (while cooking some chicken) Chicken is frying perfect.

Gordon: (sees what Nilka is doing) Oh, come on. Why are we frying chicken off already? Come here, all of you. Bring me that tray of chicken that is fried off. [Nilka brings the chicken to the pass] This is a barbecue evening, yes? Not a fast food joint. We haven't got an order yet and you've fried half the fucking chicken! [gets a piece of chicken] Look what you're doing to yourselves. You're fucking yourselves before we even start! (throws the chicken back to the tray)

[Salvatore brings tickets to the pass]

Gordon: Let's go. [reads, finds out that it says DAIGS instead of DATES] Oh Jesus! What is that there? What does that say? What, what? You went to school, didn't you, right?

Salvatore: No chef.

Gordon: You didn't go to school?!

Salvatore: No chef.

Gordon: What were you doing?

Salvatore: I came to America because my family needed me, needed money.

Gordon: So what were you doing when you didn't go to school?

Salvatore: Working everyday, chef. To help my father and my mom, bills.

Gordon: How long's he been cooking this for? Scott, this chicken is like something from outer space. Just feel it a little bit. It's cooked to fuck! It's like something from a leftover fast food joint, Scott! Pathetic.

Siobhan: (interview) Scott's got about the most experience, but he still screwed up the whole chicken section. I mean, just a complete disaster.

Gordon: [Scott opens the oven door] Blackened bullshit chicken. [sees Maria next to the open oven] Oh my god. Close the fucking oven door! [goes over to Scott's station and closes the oven door] I don't want a conversation going on with the oven door open. She's (Maria) going to come pass with a fucking pan, walking back and bang! One fucking arm in the fryer and one in the fucking stove! Now STOP IT!!

Scott Hawley: Yes chef.

Fran: (interview) He was working so dangerous, Scott. He should've known better.

Gordon: We never cook with the door open! Health and fucking safety!

Scott Hawley: This is the worst fucking night of my life right now. (interview) I feel miserable right now. Thank god nobody got hurt.

Gordon: We're now the most dangerous restaurant in the fucking country!

[Only one minute remaining on the Red team's half of service on Barbecue night.]

[Gordon checks on burgers brought up by Siobhan]

Gordon: Oh dear. All of you come here! ALL OF YOU!! [Shows Siobhan that the burger is raw]

Siobhan: That's my fault. Completely my fault. It was the last one I did.

Gordon: [repeatedly smashes the burger] IT'S FUCKING RAW!!

Siobhan: I should've asked. I needed more time.

Gordon: STOP! Time's up! Enough is enough! Fucking shut it down!

[Maria returns to the pass with dates]

Gordon: What's the matter?

Maria: Doesn't want the dates.

Gordon: Why?

Maria: Because I sold them-- I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.

Gordon: So you're lying to me. You fucked up the order.

Maria: Not intentionally.

Gordon: Not intent--? Come in here you! Come in! Come in! COME IN!!

Maria: (interview) Surprise! I screwed up, again. [enters the blue kitchen] I wrote down shrimp and they wanted dates. Er, I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.

Jay: Okay.

Gordon: Basically, she fucked up the order! Yeah? She fucked up the order! [Throws the dates in the bin] Fucking bullshit!

Narrator: With the clock running out on their two hours,

Gordon: Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?

Narrator: the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.

Gordon: [finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer]All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?

Jason: I put the chicken in there chef.

Gordon: With fries?

Jason: I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.

Benjamin: Let's go! Let's go with the chicken! Come on!

Gordon: Jason! Jason, look at me!

Jason: Yes, chef! I'm looking.

Gordon: It's fucking not good enough!

Jason: Yes, chef!

Gordon: It's a fucking fine dining restaurant. Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in!

Jason: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Thank you!

Jason: The fries weren't done yet.

Gordon: The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking-- Listen to me Jason!

Jason: I'M LISTENING CHEF!!

Gordon: THEN DO IT THEN!! DO IT!!!

Jason: I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked up ass bullshit. It's fucking crazy.

Gordon: Hey red team, what are we doing? We're going to hold up the whole fucking dining room because we're waiting on fucking spaghetti! Get a grip. You need to wake up!

Siobhan: Yes.

Gordon: Oh fuck me. Not tonight.

Narrator: But Salvatore has a question.

Salvatore: Chef, did you say one risotto? One risotto, one capellini?

Scott Leibfried: Two risottos, one capellini, one truffle salad.

Salvatore: Yes, chef.

Scott Leibfried: Lets go.

Salvatore: One minute chef.

Scott Leibfried: Lets go!

Salvatore: Yes, chef.

Autumn: Have you got enough in there for two?

Salvatore: I got it. [puts more rice in the pan]

Gordon: Why are you putting more rice in there? Is that because you just found out there's two risotto?

Salvatore: No, no, no.

Gordon: Oh, my God! Hey, blue team, come here, all of you! The risotto's one minute away from being cooked. He realises we're one portion short. Then they start dumping fresh rice in there. Who's smart idea was that?

Salvatore: It was my idea chef.

Gordon: Why didn't you tell me then?

Salvatore: I apologize, chef.

Gordon: Salvatore, working with a cook who tell's lies is 10,000 times worse than dealing with a chef who can't cook! You just lost my trust! How dare you?! PATHETIC!! Benjamin, watch him. The guy's a fucking liability.

Benjamin: Yes, chef. (interview) You don't lie to your chefs and you don't lie to your fellow cooks. That's like a fucking no-no.

Gordon: Salvatore, now we should start the whole fucking lot again!

Salvatore: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Nilka, where's the risotto?

Nilka: Right here chef.

Gordon: Nilka, no lobster!

Nilka: Oh shit! I thought I put lobster in there chef.

Gordon: Hey madam, you're cursing in front of the children. Hey look at me, I need you to wake up rapidly. Just cook!

Gordon: This is shambolic! It's a disaster! I swear to god, I'll throw every one of you out of here and Andi and I will do the fucking service because this is bullshit!

Nilka: This shit is just fucked up!

Gordon: So much for no fucking swearing.

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Scott Hawley]

Gordon: Ohh, fucking hell. Oh, I just... I don't know where to fucking go! (throws his spoon away) I can't take it much more. I can't take it. It's not even pink, it's not even cooked... (Scott tries to retrieve the wellingtons) JUST PUT IT DOWN! AND TOUCH IT! Are you color-blind?!

Scott Hawley: No, chef.

Gordon: GET THEM IN THE OVEN! Come here you! (leads Scott to the pantry and slams the door) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Scott Hawley: Nothing chef.

Gordon: BUT YOU KNOW IT'S NOT EVEN COOKED, IT'S RAW, SCOTT! IT'S STONE-COLD IN THE MIDDLE!!!

Narrator: Teams got back on track and now Chef Ramsay gathers the Red team.

Gordon: Come here, all of you! All of you! (Gordon interrupts Holli) It's you ditsy!

Narrator: For one simple question.

Gordon: Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch FUCKING IT! (throws spoon away)

Holli: No.

Fran: No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.

Siobhan: Where's the gratin on top?

Scott Hawley: It got pulled off. It was on there before.

Nilka: No, it wasn't.

Gordon: Look at me! Is that the best?

Red Team: No, chef!

Gordon: Is that the best?

Red Team: No, chef!

Gordon: Is that the best?!

Red team: No, chef!

Gordon: Do me a favor, FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!

Nilka: I would love to stay and...

Gordon: GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!

Nilka: (to herself) I'm sick of this shit.

Gordon: [follows the red team]GET OUT!!!

Holli: That's really embarrassing. What happened?

Gordon:[goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?

Scott Leibfried: Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?

Gordon: Yeah, I know.

Scott Leibfried: It went really bad, huh?

Andi: Yep.

[Later after Scott and Andi complete the red team's service]

Narrator: While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.

Gordon: All your entrees are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!

[To the teams, after service]

Gordon: Let's get one thing straight, shall we? The Red Team... lost! I have never, ever, witnessed such a disastrous service in my entire fucking life. It was, across the board, the most disorganized service, EVER!

Narrator: The Red Team lost, but there seems to be some confusion as who the nominees should be.

Gordon: Who is the best chef on the Red Team?

Scott Hawley: Chef, I feel like I'm the best.

Nilka: Absolutely not! You just take over and say "Oh well, I did this, I did that!" You wanna gloat and rub it in our faces. It's bullshit!

Scott Hawley: It's not gloating or rubbing it in your face, it's just letting you know the truth.

Nilka: We don't need to hear it! We've been doing it before you.

Scott Hawley: None of you guys work in fine dining restaurants.

Fran: You could have surprised us, the way you've produced over the last two days.

Scott Hawley: Oh, thank you Fran. You as well, you've had a pretty easy ride the whole way through.

Fran: Yeah?

Scott Hawley: Injure your hand a little bit, and you get treated like a little fucking princess.

Fran: Oh, yeah, okay.

Gordon: (rolls eyes) Wow. Great team-work there!

Gordon: Siobhan, why do you think you should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Siobhan: I take pride in my work, and I put my best effort forward. I use that little bit of knowledge I have, I have passion, and I ask a lot of questions...

Scott Hawley: (interrupting Siobhan) You shouldn't be asking simple fucking questions! It should take care of itself. This isn't culinary school, the common-sense things are driving the red team down, big time.

Gordon: Scott, why are you back here?

Scott Hawley: I was voted up, Chef. I don't agree with it. I've had a tough couple of services, but I'm a hard worker. Obviously, you know that. I just bust ass every day, I have a calmness about me every day, no matter what the stresses bring. By no means, I'm not the worst cook in this team by far, I'm the best cook in this team, the best leader in this team, I can accomplish...

Gordon: (interrupting Scott) I can't take it any more! Fran, Siobhan, fuck off back in line.

Scott Hawley: This team will fucking die if I'm not here.

Gordon: Scott, give me your jacket! I can't take it any more! I cannot take it. (shakes Scott's hand as Scott leaves) I kept waiting and I waited and waited, but it didn't happen. Good night.

Scott: Good night, Chef.

Gordon: If Scott could cook as well as he talks, he'd be the winner of Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately for him, he can't.

Gordon: Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. YOU DONKEY!! Fuck off out! Get out. Get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!

Narrator: And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.

Narrator: In the dining room, one customer...

Female diner: Is it cooked?

Male diner: It's rare at best.

Female diner: (talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.

Gordon: All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)

Holli: (interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.

Gordon: (to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!

Nilka: (interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!

Gordon: It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!

Nilka: You're right.

[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team; returns to the workstation with duck brought up by Ed]

Gordon: Just all of you, come here! In a minute. Now, Jay it's not good enough! It's not there it's inside, but yes it's fucking raw! IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GUYS!!! (throws his spoon on the floor)

Ed: Let's go, guys!

Gordon: (returns to the workstation and gives a tray of entrées to Ed) Hey, Ed, come here! Hold your hands up! Yeah, look at me! You, you, you and you fuck off out! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! Fuck off!

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Fran; after finding out that it's undercooked, he has also finally had enough with the Red team]

Gordon: It's raw, every fucking bit. (to Fran) Your risotto! Madam, madam! Taste the risotto, taste the rice! Up and down, up and down, up and fucking down!! (kicks the bin) Do me a favor. Look at me! You, you, you, you and you, GET OUT!! Get out! Get out of my sight! Get out!

Nilka: This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. It just, oh! It's just...it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.

[after Nilka left the kitchen, the remaining chefs hurry to finish dinner service]

Narrator: Dinner service has been completed with time to spare and the diners are off to the theater. (cuts to Nilka packing her bags) But they aren't the only ones exiting Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.

Nilka: (interview) You know it hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't, I came here for a reason. (sheds a tear)

Nilka (upon walking out the back exit and seeing Gordon standing alongside a waiting taxicab): I was hoping I'd get to see you again.

Gordon: Nilka, listen. I just want to say that you walk out of here with your head up high. Sadly, you're not ready to take that head chef's job. But what you are ready to continue doing is following your dream. Don't stop that.

Nilka: I'm not. I'm just so mad at myself 'cause I think I was ready. But tonight proved otherwise.

Gordon: Listen, you have done phenomenally well. I've never come out here to say goodbye, but I wanted to make the effort to say goodbye and to say thank you.

Nilka: (tearfully) Thank you.

Gordon: Come here. (they both hug each other) Thank you. Yes? (opens the passenger side door of the taxi) Now, one more thing.

Gordon: Come here, Ed! So he (points to Benjamin) brings the next table to me, He's (Jay) fucking say nothing and then that comes up to me! Do me a favor. (to Benjamin and Ed) You and you GET OUT!! ENOUGH!!

Man: (overhears Gordon) Don't think I'm gonna get my lamb.

Gordon: Fuck off up to the dorm! Get out! Get out, Benjamin! Get out! (to Jason) Jason, on the fish.

Jason Ellis: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (to Autumn) Autumn, on the meat.

Autumn: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (to Holli) Holli, on the appetizers.

Holli: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Fucking unbelievable.

Gordon: Ed was one of the favorites because of his strong start. Unfortunately in cooking it's not how you start, it's how you finish.

Narrator: And Benjamin unwisely decides this would be a good time to become a leader.

Benjamin: (reading off the next ticket) Next pick-up, two chicken, one...

Scott: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let me tell you something. You think for one minute you're going to start fucking running this pass? You may be a fucking good cook, but you suck as a leader. You think you're going to do my fucking job, I'll leave right now. You think you can do it?

Benjamin: No, chef.

Scott: You think you can do it? You think you can put up with all this bullshit?

Benjamin: No, chef.

Scott: I know you can't. (turns red) NOW, GET THE FUCK OVER THERE, AND DON'T EVER COME UP TO MY PASS AGAIN AND TRY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE!!

Gordon: Look out there! Are you kidding me? Tables are leaving. No one's even working together. No one's even caring. You're (Sabrina) bringing me the main courses, bypassing your team. You (Boris) laughed at me earlier, pissing around with your fucking pizzas. And you (Raj) just switched off! Where do we go? Where the fuck do we go? Any bright ideas? No one's even working together. No one's even caring! Fuck off, is that clear?

Chefs: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Everything off. Clear down.

[During the elimination process]

Gordon: Sabrina you are quite frankly the most selfish cook in here

Sabrina: Believe it or not, you don't know me and you don't know what I'm capable of, Chef. I made a mistake, I fucked up. Give me an opportunity to prove to you that I can do better, Chef. And honestly if it's between us two... I mean... I'm... she's spent, Chef,,, you know...I'm young.

Lisa: What was that? I'm spent? Spent? Are you kidding me? I will cook circles around you honey. I may be 48 but believe me you don't have a chance.

Gordon: Sabrina who do you think who should go home?

Sabrina: I think that Nona should go home Chef. Her idea of fine dining is fried chicken Chef. She can't cook asparagus. She snores and it keeps us all awake and I honestly believe she's good for nothing chef.

Gail: (whispering) That was low.

Gordon: She's crap she can't cook asparagus but she's not standing in your shoes there. Quite frankly all four of you (Lisa, Sabrina, Raj and Trev) should go.

Gordon: Last night's service was memorable, [Red team members turn to Raj, who was breathing loud] for all the wrong reason. [Gordon hears the breathing as well] Who's breathing? What is that? [Russell points to Raj] Are you okay?

Gordon: Do you think that I'm gonna fucking send-- you can't even clean the fucking-- fuck off, Curtis! Fuck right off!

[Gordon checks on sushi brought up by Curtis; finds that there's no wasabi in it]

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) I've got the sushi now with no wasabi! (to Curtis) You, fuck off out of here!

Curtis: (interview) Don't tell me to fuck off. Man, fuck that!

Gordon: I've had enough! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!

Narrator: As the number of Blue team members in the dorm is multiplying...

Gordon: Look at the fucking garnish.

Narrator:...so are Raj's pans of garnish.

Gordon: Come here. The big fucking sack of piss and wind. You're stacking up your garnishes and it's getting longer and longer and longer and longer. In about five minutes time, you'll have all those fucking garnishes right outside the kitchen. Shut up! Get out!

Raj: (interview) I don't know what to do. I don't know how to... I don't know. I don't know how to handle the situation, I mean...

Gordon: GET OUT NOW!!

Raj: (interview) I don't even know what the hell's going on. What happened? Why? (returns to the dorm and puts his head inside the freezer)

[Gordon has had it with the Blue team; returns to the workstation with Caesar salads brought up by Louis]

Gordon: Come here, all of you!

Louis: Fuck!

Gordon: There's the walnuts on one, there's the walnuts on the OTHER!!! Fuck! (to the blue team) Hey, you, you, you! Hey, you! Come here! Hey, you! Come here! [leads the blue team to the washroom and kicks the door straight out to the dorms] Get out! GET OUT!!!

Louis: (interview) Not only did he throw us all out of the kitchen. He led us out of the kitchen. (screenshot of Louis and the other blue team members in the dorms) This makes me feel like you're (shows his hand) this big.

Rob: Oh... what's the big fucking deal?

Louis: The girls were calling out entrées for the last two hours. I didn't come here to look like an asshole two nights in a row, okay. We're going to do it again tomorrow if we don't...

Raj: Okay, fellas, yeah. Please, please, please, kids...

Louis: HOW DARE YOU CONDESCEND ME! I'm 28 years old, I've been a professional in this industry for 14 years, I work in a camp and I work my fucking ass off! You're 50, how dare you fucking condescend to me, man! YOU STUPID FUCK!

Boris: Shut the fuck up.

Raj: Listen!

Louis: How dare you condescend to me!

Vinny: BRO, YOU'RE FIFTY YEARS OLD AND YOU COULDN'T PICK PARSLEY!

Boris: (throwing a box at Raj) You're a fucking douchebag!

Vinny: (to Boris) Go, bro!

Raj: You're attacking me! Motherfucker! You're throwing shit at me!

Vinny: Shut up!

Boris: Fuck you, man.

Raj: Fuck you, you bitch!

Boris: You're a waste of life. You're a fucking waste of life, Raj.

Raj:[flips Boris off] Fuck you! (interview) They just blame me because I'm an easy target for them. You know, here I am in that snake pit, and I'm the mongoose, and the mongoose is trying to fight the cobra.

Gordon: Men, you lost. Vinny decided that it was a bright idea to tell the customers, "Don't order sides, because the kitchen can't deliver." How dare you! That's my decision, and not yours. None of you are here to kiss my arse, but I expect some FUCKING RESPECT!!

[The blue team lost the night's service; they nominated Raj and Boris for elimination, Chef Ramsay also nominated Vinny]

Gordon: Raj, why just did you stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Raj: I just stay in Hell's Kitchen, chef, Because I am being falsely accused and I'm getting more familiar with everything and it's going to be good and it just need a little more time I'm a slow learner.

Gordon: (tastes) Hey guys, guys. Come here. All of you, come here quick! Hurry up! (pushes Raj out of his way) Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Oooh, get out of the way. Taste it. Taste it. Taste it! Taste it! Taste it! Taste it! Not an OUNCE of seasoning!

Gordon: Good! There's not an ounce of fucking seasoning in there. These guys save lives for a living and you're about to fuck up their breakfast. Got it?

Raj: Yes, chef. (interview) Chef Ramsay's like "Oh, my God! THERE'S NO SALT! THERE'S NO PEPPER!" and I'm like "What the?" (to his team mates) Go ahead, go! Go! (interview) I thought I seasoned it chef correctly, but no obviously I didn't.

Gordon: Why's he cooking scrambled egg when he can't even season it?

Raj: (interview) I tried to make some sense of it. This intense chaos. (goes into the pantry and puts his head in the refrigerator) I gotta cool off somehow. (interview) I tried to cool off by sticking my head in the refrigerator but I couldn't.

Vinny: I'm gonna be in here longer because obviously you've been fucking cooking in restaurants for the last 30 years.

Raj: Unfair.

Trev: What's so unfair about it?! You suck!

Vinny: You're gonna tank us.

Raj: You guys are gonna keep going with it?

Trev: Yes! Nothing gets through that thick skull of yours!

Raj: (interview) Trevor's harassing me for no reason and he's being more of a problem than a solution. (to Trev and Vinny) You guys seem to be targeting me in a vicious fashion. You got something about me because I'm older?

Trev: Go home Raj! Just go home. Go home and stuff yourself with Twinkies so you can have a fucking heart attack on your recliner!

Raj: Oh, so now you're gonna make fun of my weight.

Trev: We gotta figure out what you're good at. You gotta be good at something, right? Aside from sleeping and fucking eating and running your god-damn jaw. You gotta be good at something! Mr. "I'm a chef and I'm almost 50 and I've got more experience than anybody." What the fuck have you done so far?! You're fucking dilly dallying in the fucking pastry section...

Gordon: We haven't even served the fucking entrée for in the need to get the food out.

Boris: Oh, boy. Here we go.

Gordon: I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

Raj: Chef, would you mind if I said something or no?

Gordon: [plugs his ears] Not to me, you're not.

Russell: No, don't say a damn thing. Just finish your tickets.

Raj: You know the salmon that I gave you that you smashed, right? (interview) I'm not this timid man who's just going to sit back and just say "OOOKAY CHEF." (to Gordon) You know, I'm going to try to make a case for myself. Really chef, really.

Gordon: We're in the middle of service right now and I want food. SHUT IT!!

Vinny: Yes, chef. (interview) Raj just cannot cook at all, anything, ever. (to Russell) Give me a time. (interview) So I gotta go there and do it for him. (brings Raj's salmon to the pass) Hot behind, salmon on the pass.

Gordon: Perfect, let's go.

Narrator: Thanks to Vinny Raj's salmon is finally making its way out to the dining room.

Narrator: Thanks to Boris, no food is leaving the Blue kitchen.

Scott Leibfried: There you go, send it back.

Narrator: But thanks to Raj, none of them are going to waste.

[Raj starts eating the leftover fish]

Raj: (interview) I see all this food, and it looks delicious, so I just, you know, ate it.

Gordon: Gail, out of the way! Oh, my God. [removes the pan off the burner and throws it into the sink; gets the burnt rib-eye beef] Gail, I think your pan's a bit too hot. (throws the rib-eye back in the sink) You've lost it.

Gail: No, chef.

Gordon: No, you've given up. Body language, face, attitude. You've given up. You're just standing there, watching a piece of rib-eye beef set on fire, it's out of control! You've given up.

Narrator: Back in the Blue kitchen...

Raj: Up to the pass with the halibut. (brings his halibut to the pass)

Narrator: Raj is eager to finally impress Chef Ramsay.

Gordon: Sorry for the delay, let's go.

Raj: (interview) HIIYYYYAAAHHHH! HAAAAAAH!

Narrator: Maybe, a little too eager.

Gordon: [finds that Raj has cooked three other Dover soles] How many have you cooked? One, two, three. Oh, my God.

Raj: (interview) When I get busy, I start firing everything. So when they need it, I got it.

Gordon: What are you doing? Playing the odds? Maybe one will be good out of three.

Raj: (interview) But this is Chef Ramsay's kitchen, you can't do that.

Gordon: Why will I try to fire three tables?

Raj: Uhm, yes. Uhm...

Gordon: (disgusted) Donkey!

Vinny: Dude, you can't serve this to anybody. He's not gonna take that. (interview) Raj cooks three Dover soles before we're even to close to.. to needing them.

Gordon: Sole special!

Raj: Chef, we ran out of the sole special.

Gordon: What?... (reaches for a ticket) I've got three on ORDER?!

Louis: (interview) We ran out of Dover sole. Oh, man. This is gonna be real ugly.

Gordon: Oh, no... [goes near the door and sits in fetal position]

Boris: (interview) This sucks. Embarrassing! Fuck!

Raj: (interview) It's a very bad situation. I don't know what we're gonna do. I think we're gonna have to figure something out quickly.

Gordon: Get out there and tell them you're dragging two! You go to the customers and tell them you fucked it up!

Raj: I need another jacket, though, I can't go out there with this jacket.

Gordon: Hey come he--come here you. If I tell you to get out there, I don't give a fuck if you've got a thong on your fat crack. Get out there!

Raj: I can't, with this thing. I can't, I'm sorry, chef.

Gordon: Hey, hey, listen, fuck off out there will you?

Raj: [removes his apron and goes over to Chef Scott] I can't put this...

Scott Leibfried: PUT IT DOWN AND GET OUT THERE!

Raj: [leaves the kitchen and goes to the diners to apologize] (interview) Couple of things are going to my head. [talks to hungry diners] Hi, my name is Raj. (interview) My God, look at this, I'm a star. [talks to the diners again] I'm terribly sorry, but we ran out of the sole special. (interview) Then the next thing you know, look at this, I'm an idiot. So it's this elation and then this degration. All at the same time. [to the diners] We have other nice fish if you like to try out instead.

[The Red team lost the night's service; they have nominated Emily and Sabrina for elimination]

Gordon: Sabrina, tell me very quickly, why you should stay in Hell's Kitchen.

Sabrina Brimhall: I don't think that I should go home. I shouldn't be here, Melissa should be here. Who has been consistently horrible? The executive chef, right there! Emily, yeah, she fucked up and she sucks, but at least she hasn't done as horribly as Melissa.

Gordon: Take a big, deep breath. I want to know why you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen, yeah? You.

Sabrina Brimhall: I'm here to learn, and I'm here to grow. I have bigger balls and more determination than any of these fucking girls here! All of them put together chef!

Gordon: Okay, this is a very difficult decision. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... (a pause, then points to the Blue team, who won the night's service) Raj! Get your ass over here. (Raj stands up and goes to Gordon, while the assembled Red and Blue team members laugh at him) You, big boy are out of your league, BIG TIME. And I personally can't go an inch further. Jacket! (Raj hands over his jacket, then goes in the direction of Gordon's office; Gordon points him to the actual exit) There's the door there, big boy!

Raj: (outside the restaurant) I can't believe it. It's just a shock. I didn't get along with anybody. I didn't get along with Chef Ramsay. I didn't get along with Scott. I didn't like the menu. But it was a great experience. I had a great time and I'm glad I did it.

Gordon: (to the Blue team) Relieved?

Vinny: Oh, yeah. It was like a reward, bro. Thank you.

Gordon: When the going gets tough in the kitchen, a chef puts his head down and cooks. All Raj wanted to do was put his head in the freezer and that's why his stay in Hell's Kitchen was a short one.

Gordon: Yeah, I'm watching you like a hawk. Do you know why? You can't even count to nine. You scare me.

Gail: (interview) What the fuck is she doing over there? Melissa can't handle it.

Gordon: Two three's are six. Three three's are what?

Melissa Doney: Nine.

Gail: (interview) Do you want me to come over there and cook for you?

Gordon: Right now, get it together and we need to focus!

Melissa Doney: Yes, chef.

[James returns to the pass with pizza]

James: Blue team, Table 3.

Gordon: (find that the pizza is burnt on the bottom; returns and slams the pizza on Rob's station) Come on, chunky monkey! I trusted you. I told you not to turn your pizzas upside down. When it's fucking burnt, don't send it! (gives the pizza to Rob) In fact, you know what? Fuck off to the bar, eat the pizza. Get out of here! Eat it and come back!

Rob: (interview) Come on, get over yourself. It's the last thing I wanted to do. My team's getting fumbled, it's so degrading. (goes into the bar and eats the burnt pizza)

Gordon: (holds the tickets) He's trying to propose to his future fiancée!

Louis: Yeah.

Gordon: Move, Louis!

Louis: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You'll may make them break up before they get married!

Louis: Thirty seconds, cutting pork now. (interview) Once you get behind out something it can't let things get to you. I am just hitting my strive and ready to rock. (on his pork chop) The pork is fucking pink! Chef Scott?

Scott Leibfried: What?

Louis: [carries the pork in his hands] I fucked the pork and it's pink. It's pink chef.

Scott Leibfried: You can't even put it on a pan, you god damn slob?! You're going to walk around with a pork chop in your hands like that?! GET IT IN THE FUCKING OVEN!!!

Louis: Yes, chef.

Scott Leibfried: (to Louis) You walk around like a pig, what kind of slob are you?

Trev: (interview) Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!

Gordon: All of you! COME HERE!

Louis: Fuck!

Gordon: ALL OF YOU! You fucking go on a reward, you take advantage, you come back and you perform like FUCKING IDIOTS!!

Louis: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Get a grip!!

Louis: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Or fuck off!!

Louis: Yes, chef!

Gordon: (to Boris) Can you stop washing pans?

Trev: Boris!

Rob: (interview) Wow, Boris! What the fuck!

Gordon: This is a fucking kitchen!! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING RUN A RESTAURANT!!!

Boris: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Come here you! [leads Boris to the washroom] You want to wash pans?! Get down there! Fuck off will you?! Do it full-time! Get on there! What a muppet.

Boris: (interview) I've never been kicked out of the kitchen in my life and it's all my fucking fault.

Gordon: LA MARKET IS NOT LOOKING FOR A FUCKING HEAD CHEF IN PANS!!!

[after Russell failed to bring the polenta for the pork, Gordon has had it]

Gordon: All of you, just stop! You make yourself look so stupid. And look, the food died. It's like a funeral in here. Do me one big favor: Get out. GET OUT! we'll (Gordon, Scott and Andi) cook. Get Out. Andi, Scott let's go [The women and the remaining men leave the kitchen]

Trev: (interview) Let's throw a whole bunch of chicks in to the mix and maybe it'll make everything all better. No it made it worse, too many cooks in the kitchen man!

Gordon: Crab cake, aiyayay. (returns to the workstation) Excuse me! All of you, come here! This is what you've just served me! Just look at that, look. They're not even crispy, touch that on top. They're soggy. THEY'RE SOGGY!! It's like I've eaten it and sent it back!

Jillian: (interview) The only thing Emily had to make is crab cakes. My 6-year old could do this.

Emily: Give it back. I'll make new ones.

Gordon: OH, MY GOD!!

Emily: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (to Jillian) Jillian, three fucking salad, fresh!

Jillian: Okay, chef. (interview) Emily sucks.

Narrator: Meanwhile, in the Blue kitchen...

Gordon: Boris? How many crab cakes have you got in the pan?

Boris: Ten altogether chef.

Narrator: Boris is getting a little ahead of himself.

Gordon: There's only two away and you just cook me ten. Boris?

Boris: Yes, chef?

Gordon: I fired two, I got ten. Is this the sign of things to come?

Russell: (interview) Boris started firing like a gang-bang on crab cakes. It is like, "dude, learn to count."

Gordon: Look at me! We'll do one table at a time, it's not a race! Common sense, gentlemen!

Boris: Yes, chef. Understood.

Gordon: Fresh crab cakes, let's go!

Narrator: While Boris is now cooking his crab cakes to order, in the Red kitchen, Melissa has already moved onto entrées.

Gordon:'[finds that Melissa has put out filets from the oven] What in the fuck.

Narrator: Unfortunately, her team is not even close to completing the appetizers.

Gordon: Melissa!

Melissa: Yes, chef?

Gordon: What is that?! All of you come here!

Nona: (interview) Melissa had put in a huge pile of filets in the oven. Apps weren't even done yet. I don't even know what to do in this situation.

Gordon: We've sent three tables of appetizers, and you're sticking all the beef in the oven!

Sabrina: (interview) Why the hell would you do that? I wouldn't even do that.

Gordon: Do you want to go home? Why don't you make my life easier and just fuck off home? You can't be normal! (starts counting the filets) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Jillian: (interview) Oh, my God!

Gordon: ...7, 8, 9, 10, 11...

Jillian: (interview) Stupid!

Gordon: ...12, 13, 14, 15, 16...

Nona: (interview) Oh, HELL no!

Gordon: ...17, 18, 19, 20, 21...

Emily: (interview) What the hell are you doing, lady?

Melissa: There's 23 on the board, chef.

Gordon: SO WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU COOKING THEM NOW?! (no response from Melissa) Nona, why?

Nona: I don't know, chef.

Gordon: It doesn't make sense! They're gone, they're overcooked.

Melissa: Yes, chef.

Gordon: I can't do it anymore with you. You need a system! THERE'S NO SYSTEM! I CAN'T KEEP ON TELLING YOU EVERY FUCKING SERVICE!!

Melissa Doney: Yes, chef. (interview) Sometimes, I just go stupid. But I'm better than this. I just have to show Chef Ramsay that I have what it takes.

Gordon: Shut your fat East coast mouth! This table that you just sent me that shit for, happens to be my family!

Boris: (interview) Oh no. What are you doing?

Gordon: And even if it's not my family, they deserve a fresh risotto. Look at me, you dirty little fucker! If you can't be bothered to do it, fuck off out of here! Do you want to go home? Whether it's my family or not, if your family were here, or your family were here, or your family, I'd make your family or your wife or your children A FRESH FUCKING RISOTTO! He sneaks that in there. That's the shit I served five minutes ago!

Jillian: (interview) This is not what he needs. Trev sucks. Dude, are you stoned? Like, did you smoke a joint before you came in here?

Gail: Trevor, you can't serve with those carrots in a burned pan.

Trev: Oh, no. I am going to fucking fix it.

Sabrina Brimhall: I'll help you!

Trev: Do not help me! Get the fuck out of my ass! Don't fucking help me!

Sabrina Brimhall: (interview) He is so stupid.

Nona: Does anybody need help right now? I'm good on apps.

Trev: Could use a hand over here, definitely.

Nona: Here's your shallots.

Gordon: How many are on the garnish? One... two... three of you. Sabrina garnish, Nona garnish! Trev, what are you doing?!

Trev: Working it chef.

Gordon: (to Gail) Gail, go over to the garnish as well, and might as well.

Gail: (interview) I've never seen Chef Ramsay called over the entire kitchen to help one person. Ridiculous.

[Trev has just been thrown out of the service]

Trev: (interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.

[Vinny brings his lobster to the pass; Gordon checks it]

Gordon: [to Scott] Is it cooked?

Scott Leibfried: Uh, it's cooked alright. Half of it is mush on the outside and the center's well done.

Christina Machamer: Uh oh.

Gordon: [returns the lobster to the workstation] On a night like tonight! You (Rob) keep me dragging for the chicken! You (Boris) keep me dragging for the appetizers, then Vinny sends me this.

Vinny: I'll fix it.

Gordon: "I'll fix it."

Russell: (interview) We're going down in a heap like a California mud-slide

Gordon: Chicken?

Rob: (brings his chicken to the pass) Going up with the chicken!

Gordon: It's pink. [returns the chicken to the workstation] All of you, come here!

Boris: (interview) Uh-oh. It's fucking chicken, Rob.

Gordon: Pink, pink, don't dare touch it! Pink, pink. All of you, what are we doing here? [Shows the faces of Boris, Russell, Christina & Rock, the people in the dining room, Danny & Holli, Vinny & Rob] GET OUT! Get out of here! [angrily throws his spoon at the Blue team as they exit the kitchen]GET OUT!!

Narrator: It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.

Gordon: Oh, no! What is that? Sabrina! That is cooked to fuck and that there, fried risotto?

Russell: Burnt!

Jillian: (interview) Come on, Sabrina! Don't start us off like this!

Gordon: I want risotto, not fried risotto!

Sabrina Brimhall: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Right now!

Jillian: Stop yelling!

Scott Leibfried: (approaches to Trev and yells at him) Hey! You watch your mouth right now! You don't stand over there and scream, I'm the one that's waiting for food from you, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COOK THE PASTA!

Gordon: Fuck!

Trev: (interview) Now I'm trying, all you want to do is berate me, belittle me, get on my ass?! Piss off!

Gordon: Talk about out of fucking control.

Gordon: Oh, no. Gail?

Gail: Yes, chef?

Gordon: It's not possible! That's what I got at the pass. (Gordon holds up a piece of halibut stuck to the pan) When it's burnt, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked.

Gail: (interview) Stuck to the pan. Yeah.

Gordon: That's what I got given at the FUCKING PASS!!! SHIT!!! (Gordon slams down the pan, and a pair of tongs almost hit him in the face)

[Gordon checks on rib-eye beef brought up by Russell; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it]

Gordon: It's raw in the center... Russell! (goes worried) Stop! (throws spoon on the floor) I can't take it anymore. I can't. I can't do this. (throws tantrum) I CANNOT DO THIS ANY-FUCKING-MORE! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! IT'S NOT FAIR ON FUCKING ME! (overviews to tell the customers) IT'S NOT FAIR ON THEM!! (to the final six) GET OUT!! FUCK OFF!! GET OUT!!! Yeah, that's right! Get out! GET OUT!!! (to Trev; tosses a blue steak to him) Hey, catch your blue steak! Fucking blue.

Trev: (interview) This sucks. The horrible feeling and it feels like going down to the world.

[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]

Gordon: Sabrina was quite dramatic in her final plea, but I'm not looking for a drama queen. I'm looking for a head chef.

Gordon: (to Trev) Hey bozo! [does a stop signal; angrily knocks the workstation with both hands] Just all of you, look at me now! It's like you're doing it on purpose!

James: Oh, chef's losing it.

Gordon: Hard, undercooked and stone-cold. Three beef are on the way just a lick a finger on that. Look at us! WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!! WHERE'S YOUR PASSION?!! (angrily throws his spoon) I'm done. Standing here in a bunch of idiots! (throws his apron on the workstation) Fuck you all! Good luck superstars! [he and Sous-Chef Scott exited the kitchen and left] Fucking useless. Aiyayayay.

Nona: (interview) We are fucked. Come on.

Paris Hilton: Oh, man.

Steven Cojocaru: Aw, there he is.

James: What is that?

Gail: (interview) This is over. Over.

Gordon: (to himself) Oh, fuck! I can do some real damage by staying there.

Gordon: This is like a joke. It's like you've been Punk'd, like you've been set up to look stupid.

Gordon: (tastes) It fucks me off. [returns the risotto to the workstation] STOP! (to Nona and Trev) Come here you! (to Russell) Come here! (to Jillian) And you as well! Have a fucking good taste! [Gordon tastes, as well as the final four]

[The eighteen chefs arrived at Orpheum Theatre to dream to become a "star"]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Orpheum Theatre. Please put your hands together for the Hell's Kitchen chefs. (Unveils the curtain; gives the chefs to raise their arms up. The chefs then see that there is no audience and Chef Ramsay at the top, clapping his hand loudly and slowly)

Gordon: Seriously, what on earth did you expect? A packed house? Standing ovation? Screaming fans? Really? Right now, none of you are stars. Résumés mean nothing, got it?

Chefs: Yes, chef!

Gordon: GOT IT?!

Chefs: (louder voice) YES, CHEF!

Gordon: Un-fucking real. Want to be stars? MY ARSE!

[Gordon checks on cod brought on Chino]

Gordon: What's he done to this? [returns the cod to the workstation] BLUE TEAM!

Paul: Yes, chef?

Gordon: No garnish anywhere, still fragmented and look! It's burnt! [holds up the cod, shows it to the Blue team and angrily slams it on the workstation; calls Chino] Chino, come here you! Get out of my sight.

Scott Leibfried: Sit down.

Gordon: Scott, get him peeling onions and garlic, but away from the stove!

Scott Leibfried: There you go. At least you won't be burning any of that.

[Sous-chef Scott checks the risotto; finds out that it's burned on the bottom again]

Scott Leibfried: I can't believe it, he did it again.

Gordon: [returns to the workstation and scrapes the risotto] I've got another burned risotto, it's burnt. (Throws the risotto in the bin) It's FUCKING BURNT!!! Chino, what the fuck is going on? How long for the risotto?

Chino: (interview) I can't have another bad service tonight. Right now, I have to take this one seriously like nobody else. I have to prove to Chef Ramsay that I belong here.

Gordon: (warns Chino) If you burned me that risotto one more time. Look at me...

Chino: No, chef.

Gordon: Hey, look at me... I'll drag you out of here.

Chino: No, chef. No, chef.

Narrator: Brendan on the fish station is now ready to move onto entrées.

Brendan: Sea Bass is ready. Are we ready to go?

Paul: Coming out now.

Gordon: Brendan, I haven't called it. Who called the entrées?

Narrator: Even if Chef Ramsay hasn't.

Gordon: Who fired? I didn't fire.

Brendan: Yes, chef. Sea bass is fired and it is ready.

Gordon: What is going on? You cooked the bass. Is your meat ready?

Tommy: No, chef.

Gordon: And the garnish all ready?

Paul: No, chef.

Gordon: You've got to work as a team! Please!

Jonathon: (interview) Brendan, man he jumped the gun. You know, he's too busy trying not to fuck up and he forgets. It's about communication.

Gordon: Okay, let's go for the first entrée together!

Brendan: Yes chef.

Gordon: Timing!

Brendan: Yes chef.

Gordon: Away now: One seabass, one wellington, one New York strip, one prime rib.

Blue team: Yes chef!

Gordon: Get it on the passing!

Gordon: Brendan?

Brendan: Yes chef?

Gordon: Is that the same bass?

Brendan: No, chef.

Gordon: You didn't start a fresh one?

Brendan: Yes, I did chef.

Gordon: So where's the old one then?

Brendan: I threw it away.

Gordon: Show me.

Brendan: Yeah. [looks through the garbage] Chef, I can't find it.

Gordon: Are you lying to me? Because I'm going to stop this whole fucking kitchen. I'm going to ask you one more time to tell me the truth. Is that the bass from ten minutes ago or is that a fresh one you cooked? Because I'm going to turn this fucking kitchen upside down.

Gordon: Stop! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now?! Any suggestions? [the blue team doesn't answer] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!!

Jonathon: (interview) What the fuck man?! It is so frustrated, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy ass bitches, man.

Gordon: (calls to the red team) Ladies?

Red team: Yes chef?

Gordon: Any four of you in here to finish the blue team. Any of you.

Carrie: Yes, chef.

[The blue team lost the night's service second time in a row]

Gordon: Men, I'm disappointed. Will?

Will: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Who should leave Hell's Kitchen tonight?

Will: A hundred per cent, Brendan and Chino.

Gordon: Paul, who should go?

Paul: Brendan and Chino.

Gordon: Jonathon?

Jonathon: I have vote for Brendan and Chino.

Gordon: If you have to pick one?

Jonathon: I choose Chino.

Gordon: The only thing bigger than Brendan's ego are the lies that he tells and I can't have that in Hell's Kitchen.

Gordon: It's burnt. It's children. Ladies. LADIES! COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! Would you serve that to your baby?

Red team: No, chef.

Gordon: Unbelievable! (to Jamie) Jamie, stop sulking like a fucking baby! The babies are out there! Not in here! [slams the tray on the workstation] Start again!

Jamie Gregorich: Fucking shit!

[Gordon checks on panini brought up by Jonathon]

Gordon: All of you, just stop! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!! There's no chicken in here, and you think I'm gonna push that out. You've got a small lead, but it's shrinking away! Start the table again!

Blue team: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on chicken fingers brought up by Tommy]

Gordon: They're overcooked and they're fucking dry. Tell me. (returns to the workstation) Come here, come here. Another children, right? I've got four of my own. (gets a piece of chicken) Would you serve them that shit?

Blue team: No, chef.

Gordon: What is that? It's-it's like a fucking baby's flip flop! [throws the chicken away] Oh, piss off will you?

Natalie: Come on, quality product Tommy!

Gordon: Piss off.

[Carrie and Jennifer bring their meat entrées to the pass]

Sous-Chef Andi: Why do we have a kid's burger?

Gordon: It's not even on the ticket.

Sous-Chef Andi: Neither is the wellington.

Gordon: [returns the entrées to the workstation] All of you, come here! It's the first fucking ticket of the night. Two bass, two New York strip, one lamb, one cod.

Jennifer: Fuck!

Gordon: No burger, no wellington.

Jennifer: (interview) Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Gordon: Your first ticket. Jennifer, THIS IS EMBARRASSING! Half the dining room is filled with children! PATHETIC!!

Jennifer: (interview) I'm mortified that I was even a part of this. I will not go down for Carrie. I should have just pushed her away and had her do something else.

Gordon: START AGAIN!!

Red team: Yes, chef!

Gordon: (to Amanda) What's going, Amanda?

Amanda Colello: I'm sorry, chef?

Gordon: WHAT'S GOING?

Amanda Colello: I have two bass on this ticket with the lamb.

Gina: And a cod.

Gordon: And a cod?

Amanda Colello: And a cod.

Gordon: The cod is not on?

Amanda Colello: The cod is not on chef.

Jennifer: What?

Amanda Colello: I forgot about it.

Gordon: OH, MY GOD!!

Elise: (interview) Amanda, is there anyone home?!

Gordon: You haven't got the cod on?!

Amanda Colello: I forgot about it. (interview; laughs nervously) Ugh.

Gordon: Family night?! DISASTER NIGHT!!

Amanda Colello: I'm sorry, chef.

[Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation out of disappointment]

Jennifer: How much start now? I'm waiting on the lamb?

Elise: Are you saying there it's on the hips where you on this ticket out?

Carrie: No, I'm not.

Elise: I'll better see you cooking something.

Carrie: (interview) Elise is always yelling at me. I'm not letting her to me, I know I can do good. I'm know I'm good.

Gordon: Take this useless brigade around every fucking table and I want a sincere apology on the back of your crap performance, piss off! Every one of them!

[Red team exits the kitchen to apologize with the hungry customers]

James: Why have you spend on this table? Did you look all of these children? They're all famished.

Elise: We sincerely apologize about your entrées. (interview) It was humiliating when I apologized to tables when I felt like it wasn't my fault.

Carrie: We're very sorry.

Elise: We apologize.

Carrie: We're sorry, we don't have your entrées right now.

Elise: (interview) Yes, we're team but you can do all so much when you have a broken leg.

Carrie:[while returning to the red kitchen] Ladies, our promise it will not happen again, okay.

Gordon: Ladies.

Red team: Yes chef?

Gordon: That was the first useful thing you have done tonight. It's also the last. Get out of here! All of you!

Carrie: Fuck!

Gordon: And hang your heads in shame because you absolutely suck! Piss off! Embarrassing! And on family night! You certainly don't care about the children!

Carrie: Oh, my God.

Young male diner: Shut it down!

[Red team returned to dorms after their disappointing performance]

Amanda Colello: Chef is going to call me out, I'm telling you.

Elise: (to Amanda Colello) He's going to call you out, but it's there too late to go to going up. (interview) This could be the great opportunity for the Red team we can rid of Carrie to turn a something negative to a positive.

[Carrie goes to Elise to fight her]

Carrie: First time all the food was mess.

Elise: (interrupting Carrie) Don't talk to me right now!

Carrie: No, Elise.

Elise: I don't want to hear to talk about the say. Get out of my face!

Carrie: Just wait, you can talk to me later.

Elise: She can talked about the chopping block that should be fucking talk. Don't say it in a word.

Carrie: No, I'm not going to have you--.

Elise: Nobody said here--. Let me ask you to a serious question right now - "Do you take medication?", because I think they you are in another world you are nothing but a distraction on me? You didn't call anything? You fucked up in the whole kitchen but I knew this it wasn't happen?

Carrie: I did not. You stop it!

Elise: Yes, you did?

Carrie: (gets angry) YOU DID WHAT THE FUCK I DID! YEAH YOU STOP IT! YOU DID NOT! YOU KNOW I'VE DONE THIS. STOP IT!

Carrie: (interview) I do deserve to be here, I'm not ready to leave Hell's Kitchen. I'm ready to fight.

[The Red team lost the night's service; Gordon became the only nominator for the episode]

Gordon: Carrie, tell me why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Carrie: I love cooking, but is in my passion and it is in my heart. I'm not ready to go yet, Chef. I am going to prove you I am good enough.

Gordon: Why is your team is so desperate to see you out of here?

Carrie: I don't know have Elise against me. She's had something against me since day one; I'm not quite sure what it is.

Amanda Colello: It's not just Elise, Carrie.

Gordon: Amanda, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Amanda Colello: Well, Chef, unlike Carrie, I'm not in denial that I had a fucking crap performance tonight. Not in denial at all. I want this, Chef. I'm not going to piss around and lie to you and say like, "OH SAVE ME AND FEEL BAD FOR ME, I'M GOOD." I can work my ass off for you, Chef; you've seen me do better.

Gordon: You didn't fight back!

Amanda Colello: Yes, Chef.

Gordon: You threw the towel in!

Amanda Colello: I know, Chef.

Amanda Colello: (after being eliminated) I'm so completely and utterly embarrassed and disappointed with myself. My dream coming in to Hell's Kitchen was to win, and to have one of my idols tell me "you're not worth it," that fucking sucks.

Gordon: Amanda lost the will to cook on the line tonight. I lost the will to keep her here.

Gordon: (on the wellington) Look at that. Chewed up to fuck. (on the lamb) And that? That's raw.

Scott: Yep.

Gordon: It's pink. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away) Blue team, STOP!! Come here you, look at that. (on the lamb) That is raw. That is white fat, (on the wellington) and what have you done to this? Wha-wha-what is that? So now, you've just fucked! (knocks his hand on the workstation)

[After a disastrous service, both teams lost; the blue team nominated Chino and Monterray while the red team nominated Carrie and Elise]

Gordon: Elizabeth, if you have to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?

Elizabeth: Carrie, chef.

Gordon: Jamie?

Jamie Gregorich: Elise, chef.

Gordon: Krupa, who would you drop?

Krupa: Elise as well.

Gordon: Jennifer, who would you drop?

Jennifer: Elise.

Gordon: Gina?

Gina: Elise, chef.

Gordon: Natalie (transferred to blue team since previous episode), you were in the red team. Who would you send home? Elise or Carrie?

Natalie: Elise, chef.

Gordon: No hesitation there. Elise I didn't ask you and I take a vote.

Gordon: Here's the sad news for you, your team wants you out of there so badly you may be better off.

Elise: (begins her testimony) I can guarantee one thing I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus I'm keeping 100% with you chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can give somebody common sense and talent. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus, I'm keeping 100% with you chef.

Gordon: Chino took his time in Hell's Kitchen very seriously. The problem is he seriously couldn't cook.

Gordon: Oh, my God! So pissed off, I can't take it anymore! (returns to the workstation and throws tongs away)ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! AT MY FUCKING SIDE![knocks his hand on the workstation] (to Elise) What's wrong with that?

Elise: It looks like shit.

Gordon: There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of the fucking tin! (to Krupa) IT'S DISGUSTING!! (slams the pan down)

Krupa: Sorry chef.

Gordon: From the soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!

Elise: (interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.

Gordon: (to Krupa) Hey, you! Fuck off upstairs! Get out! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!

[Before the start of the dinner service, Gordon presents a cake for the high school reunion]

Gordon: Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?

Scott Leibfried: Yes.

Gordon: Very good. Excellent. What on earth? (finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made) Holy crap? Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess?

Carrie: We thought it looked like sand.

Jennifer: (laughs) Yeah chef.

Gordon: Look at it! It looked like a big mess of a sombrero gone wrong someone shit on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you sick to this disaster?

Paul: (interview; raises his right arm) Olé!

Gordon: Yeah. We have tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.

[Gordon notices Carrie adding an old rice into a fresh risotto that she is cooking]

Gordon: (to Carrie) I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".

Carrie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]

Gordon: Paul? It's cold in the center and it's fucking raw.

Paul: Yes, chef. I'll re-fire chef.

Gordon: I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!!

Paul: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]

Gordon: It's fucking raw. (returns to the workstation) All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW!! (knocks the workstation) IT'S THE SECOND TIME!! That is the committee's table! You can't do that to me!

Paul: Yes, chef.

Jonathon: (interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station like a Titanic, you know? It's fucking going down.

Monterray: (interview) Chef Ramsay told us on the fish station to sudden what I can. If Jonathon send back. Watching dude what the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please. What is wrong with you?

Gordon: What the fuck is Jonathon doing?

Jonathon: I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.

Monterray: (interview) Jonathon is sick on the corner like a street dog hell between this lady.

Jonathon: Anybody need anything just call to me, okay?

Monterray: (interview) So I get up done by myself, I have to step up and more capable than his job.

Gordon: Where is the snapper?

Monterray: Right here, chef.

[Gordon checks the snapper; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the Blue team]

Gordon: It's raw. All of you, come here! All of YOU!!(throws his spoon away)

Monterray: What the fuck happened?

Narrator: The blue team's third attempt to feed the reunion committee has failed. And this time, it's Monterray who is responsible.

Will: (interview) It pisses me off because Paul knows better that. I mean... you just can't serve raw chicken.

Gordon: (to Paul) Hey, chef! Let me ask you, is that raw?

Paul: Chef, its under. I got another one. I'll give it to you right now--

Gordon: Hey, come here you! Answer my fucking question.

Paul: Yes, chef. It's raw.

Gordon: GET OUT!

Paul: (loses his temper and throws his towel on the floor) Fuck!

Gordon: Pink carnations, maybe. Pink chicken, no chance!

Paul: (knocks on the wall having throw tantrums) (interview) I fucked up on a chicken! I mean, I'm fucking furious at myself! (kicks his door to the dorms) Chef Ramsay let me back in! Let me finish what I started.

Elise: (interview) Garnish was slow as hell today. That was not coming off.

Gordon: (throws the spoonful on the workstation) SHIT!!

Carrie: I got more potatoes coming right now.

Gordon: It's like a fucking bullet!

Gordon: Elise, you have a bright career in this industry... as a customer! Your biggest problem is you can't work with a team

Elise: That's not true, I have been trying to work with my team since I got here

[Carrie shakes her head]

Gordon: How many people on The Red Team think Elise is a unique dynamic team player then?

Jennifer: I think she's an individual, I'll say

Gordon: More concerned about her in her little world?

Elise: [Over Gordon speaking] Was I an individual when I went up and read the tickets for everybody? [Carrie sighs in disbelief] Was I an individual then? [bangs the work surface] When no one else would step up and I did? Was I an individual then?

Carrie: One time Elise?

Jennifer: Shut up for, SHUT UP FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!!! THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT WE HAVE TO FUCKING SAY!

Tommy: Natalie, I feel like after my jokes, I've lost all appealed to you.

[Everyone except Natalie laughs}

Natalie (interview) (softly) : Oh my god! [Natalie has enough]

Natalie: I am tired of these stupid fucking grapes. [throws the grapes away]

Paul (to Natalie): Calm down, Natalie.

Natalie: You know why? because I'm not peeling anymore grapes, this is as stupid as shit, and I'm not doing it.......[starts to be furious, throws the grapes, and smashley steps on them like throwing a tantrum] I'M NOT PEELING THEM ANYMORE! NO MORE! NO MORE FUCKING GRAPES! I'M NOT PEELING ANYMORE GRAPES EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! THIS IS STUPID!

Gordon: Unbelievable. (returns to the workstation) Hey, stop! This is ridiculous!

Jennifer: Oh, my god. We're so going to get thrown out again.

Gordon: (to Elise) Is this the one you sliced?

Elise: Yes chef. (touches the meat)

Gordon: It's dry. What are you doing? You've been to New York, you've had your hands on the prize. This like night one in here.

Elise: No, chef.

Gordon: And you, Elizabeth. You can't time and you can't talk to anybody. You've given up over there.

Elizabeth: No, chef. No, chef.

Gordon: (calling Elise and Elizabeth out of the kitchen) You and you, fuck off out of here. Get out! Take that with you, just leave me alone. Get out of here, both of you! Fuck off up to the dorm... [Elise kicks the bin out of anger] (to Elise) Hey, you! Pick that fucking thing up! You want to serve shit, overcooked meat, now start kicking the bin! Wow! UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Pathetic! Embarrassing!

Gordon: [finds that two of the plates have different amount of lobster] "It looks good"? "It's looks good"! (gets two plates from the pass) Look at this one with four little bits of lobster on. Twelve on there, five on that! LOOK AT THAT TO THAT!!! DAMN!![pounds the counter; throws his spoon away]I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! COME ON!!

Elise: Jennifer, what do you want me to do?

Jennifer: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?! Are you trying to sabotage me?!

[Gordon checks on the Red team's apples]

Gordon: (slicing the apples) The apples are raw. Just touch that inside. (Elise touches the apples) Fuck off will you? CAN WE GET THE APPLES BACK IN THE PAN?!!

Jennifer: (interview) I had Elise cook one fucking pan of apples, and it's raw. This fucking bitch will do anything to get rid of fucking me. Anything!

Gordon: You put them on, you put them on, not one of you can tell her they're undercooked. You don't care for each other!

Jennifer: (tearfully) I worked fucking hard with them for them, I make sure you guys are fucking great!

Elise: I did exactly what you told me to do.

Jennifer: Elise!

Elise: Are you serious?

Jennifer: Yeah, this is for the whole mashed potato thing. You know what, Elise? You're petty as you can be. You know what, I kept my mouth shut for a long time, I'm not keeping it shut anymore. War's on!

Elise: WHAT?!

Jennifer: (brings her apples to the pass; to Elise) I don't need your help. Thank you.

Elise: I'm gonna help anyway.

Jennifer: I really don't want it.

Elise: (interview) Is that how it's gonna be? Jen's blaming me trying to make me look bad. She's gonna regret not making a friend in me.

Gordon: (to the servers) Go, please! [throws his apron on the counter out of disappointment] Anything to say?

Jennifer: We suck, yes.

[After the service in which the Blue team had clearly won and were rewarded with black jackets]

Gordon: (to the Red team after they lost the night's service) The only thing I can say to all three of you is get ready to plea for your lives! Because tonight, all three of you can be leaving this competition. Now, FUCK OFF!!

Gordon: Tonight was all about charity in Hell's Kitchen and after watching Elizabeth's performance, I'm now ready to donate her jacket to a worthy cause.

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Elise; after finding out that it's raw, he has finally had it with the final five]

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) All of you, stop. (throws his spoon away) Just fucking stop, all of you! (to Elise) Come here you. Put your finger in there. [Elise puts her finger inside the salmon] Not pink, raw! I'm done! (to the other chefs) Leave me alone. All of you, fuck off out of here! All of you! Get out, please! Just fuck off! Enough's enough!

[After the end of service, in which Elise, Jennifer and Tommy were sent out of the kitchen]

Tommy: Chef? I gotta ask you something. Why did you send me out of the kitchen? I wanted to be back in there with my team. I should not have had to fucking leave tonight, and I could have fucking held it down and fixed it! I'm so fucking mad!

Gordon: Fuck off, Tommy! Or I'll stick your fucking head in that oven and talk to you through the fucking gas burner.

Gordon: Ladies, STOP! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! (Tiffany) You're telling her (Danielle) to cook six bass for three tables in front of what we're doing. (points to Barbie's scallops) And then this arrives!

Roshni: (interview) Agh! We're screwed.

Gordon: For the seventh time, touch them! Touch them! (he touches the scallops, then the red team touches it) All of you, GET OUT! (Barbie) And you, take that with you, get out of my fucking sight, GET OUT! OUT!

Christina Wilson: (interview) God! Oh, my God!

Gordon: Absolutely useless! [sees the mess that the Red team left]HOLY FUCK!!

Robyn: I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!

Barbie: Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?

[Gordon returns an overcooked steak to the workstation]

Gordon: All of you, come here! What is that?

Clemenza: A piece of overcooked steak.

Gordon: I'm opening a steakhouse in Vegas! (gives the steak to Clemenza) Take that.

Barbie: I just want everybody to remember where they are and what we're here to do!

Tiffany Johnson: What are you doing?!

Barbie: I just washed the dishes!

Tiffany Johnson: I came out here with you going like this, you dumb bitch! (interview) Somebody needs to tell that fucking bitch what's up! (to Barbie) You're about to get choked out! Knock it off! Grow up! You're 33!

Gordon: Put it down! (checks her spaghetti; finds that it has too much sauce) Fuck, it's like soup. Dana? (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here. It's like canned soup! How much sauce you in there Dana?

Dana: Too much chef.

Gordon: (pours the spaghetti on a plate and drops the pan on the plate) Just fuck off will you? I mean, it's just like piss!

Dana: I have another one coming right now chef.

[Clemenza has found out that he has ran out of wellingtons for the US Marines table]

Gordon: US Marines, how long?

Clemenza: (interview) I'm in trouble. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I don't have anymore.

Gordon: Jesus!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! (returns to the workstation) Yeah, stop, stop!! (Don groans) You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute , I came back three minutes from there it's still one minute.

Don: Fuck.

Gordon: Get out! Fuck off!

[Gordon checks on garnishes brought up by Robyn]

Gordon: What is that? It's not even hot. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here. Just taste that for me. All of you, taste that. Taste the fucking garlic on there. Who seasoned that?

Robyn: Sorry, chef.

Gordon: Hey madam, madam. Your mouth just explodes from the garlic.

Robyn: I understand that, chef.

Gordon: After that, stone-cold sauce. Who sent me that sauce?

Danielle: Uhm, I did.

Gordon: Stop! Both you, fuck off. Get out of my sight. Get out of my sight! Get out!

Gordon: Hey, who's cooking the bass?

Royce: Right here, chef.

Justin: I am, chef.

Royce: I got your bass.

Justin: I have my hands for this order.

Royce: I got two more.

Gordon: OH MY GOD!! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!

Royce: No.

Gordon: You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not one of you are fucking communicating! Both of you! Fuck off out of here! Fuck off!!

Gordon: Tiffany, put that down. Seriously, I've had enough. [slams the pan on the workstation] Shit burned mash. Get out. Get out! I swear to God, I don't give a fuck if the whole team goes home tonight. I don't care!

Dana: (interview) Chef Ramsay's been on a kicking out spree right now. I'm scared shitless right now, I'm not gonna lie!

Clemenza: Chef, I chased animals, I dug trees, I gave it my all every single time that I've been in that kitchen. I played 100% and I have not once, not once ever have I stopped and let my guard down. Once I have tried to help everybody and do everything I can possible, and I always played 100% and everybody's trying to fucking get rid of me, but you know what? I still put out better food than everybody standing there.

Gordon: Oh my God, fuck me [returns the lobster to the work station] Hey come here you, ALL OF YOU! Not one of you know what the fuck is going on and you're embarrassing in front of him (Tito Oritz) come here. Cold lobster for the second time tonight I swear to God, look at me I've got one big message to you hey you! [quietly] Get Out! Fuck off I'll do it on my own, Get Out! Get Out!

[Thanks to Patrick and Roshni the Blue Team were kicked out of service and the Red Team finished for them]

Narrator: With dinner service complete

Justin: He's really mad

Brian: [to Justin] Yeah, as he should be

Justin: [to Brian] No, really mad

[Chef Scott enters the dorms]

Narrator: Chef Scott makes a rare visit to the dorm

Scott: Let's go everybody downstairs

Blue Team: Yes Chef [The Blue Team head upstairs]

Scott: Chef wants to talk to all of you

Brian: Yes Chef

Scott: Right now

[The Blue Team head downstairs and enter the corridor. Only to be stopped by Ramsay at the doorway to the dorms]

Gordon: Stay there, all of you just stay there. There's no way on Earth you're going back in there, I'm done. Red Team finished for you, brilliantly, BRILLIANTLY! How can they be so much better than you?

Kimmie: I got it. I got it. (Both Kimmie and Robyn bringing the food to the pass). Bitch!

Andi: (to Chef Ramsay) You're alright with that?

Gordon: No. Nowhere near. Oh Jesus!

Robyn (interview): Here we go, it's going down. Kimmie is going to get yelled at. This is going to be fun folks. Get the popcorn, because it's about to get good.

Gordon: All of you

Red team: Yes chef.

Gordon: Come here. Hey look. We can't even get a steak cooked. It's badly sliced. Who did what here? Kimmie, Robyn, look at me, who done it then?

Kimmie: I did the filets

Robyn: I cut the steak chef

Gordon: Looked at the way it's (the steak) sliced. It's like it's be cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet? That's cooked beautifully, it's sliced beautifully.

Kimmie: (interview) HELL YEAH! I knew my shit was right. Robyn is fucking up and I just out-shined her.

Gordon: Royce doesn't even answer. Three filet, one hanger! Tell him, chef, three filet, one hanger.

Royce: Yes, chef, three filet, one hanger!

Gordon: One more time!

Royce: Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon: One more time!

Royce: Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon: One more time!

Royce: Three filet, one hanger! I got two minutes on mine. [Ramsay claps slowly]

Patrick: Give me three minutes- three minutes, chef, on...

Gordon: On what?

Patrick: Two filet, one hanger.

Gordon: Oh, my God!

Patrick: Three filet! Sorry chef. Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon: Hey, you! Hey, fuck-wit. Come here you.

Patrick: Fuck!

Gordon: Hey you (Justin) on meat. Let's go. Patrick, fuck off!

Patrick: Oh, fuck me! Fuck!

Gordon: Hey, outside and get some fresh air. Fuck off.

[Patrick goes into the dining room where a kid starts laughing at him]

[The red team bringing the next table of entrees to the pass]

Gordon: Honestly, it's gets fucking worse. All of you come here. Just touch that fish there. Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have and I'm forty-four years of age. That should be put fucking fresh (pounds the counter)

Kid dinner: We not gonna to yell unless he yells at one of the chefs

Gordon: How long ago did you cook that?

Robyn: Three minutes ago.

Gordon: Three minutes ago?

Robyn: Yes chef.

Gordon: That's fresh three minutes ago? Just touch.

Dana: (interview) That shit is nasty.

Robyn: I took it off three minutes ago and I covered it.

Gordon: So? Again when did you cook it?

Robyn: Seven minutes ago then

Gordon:Oh seven minutes ago.

Robyn: Well I took out three minutes ago. So four minutes for to cook, so seven minutes ago.

Andi: You have such a fucking attitude! Why don't you take a walk? And Dana take over her section.

Dana: Yes, chef.

Tiffany: (leaves) Have fun. (interview) Okay, look at Tiffany. Let's make fun of her. I don't care about anything apparently. So, what the fuck? You all just made me look like a fucking idiot. Bye! (cries)

Gordon: All of you, listen carefully. I have in my hand the comment cards. I was hoping that they would decide the winning team. (rips up the comment cards into pieces and throws them everywhere) Tonight, it was the most shocking dinner service yet! Here's the sad news: YOUR MENU, YOUR CREATIVITY, YOUR EXECUTION, AND SUPPOSEDLY, YOUR TEAMWORK! Blue Team, embarrassing! I mean, really embarrassing! It's just like you didn't care. And ladies, raw potatoes. And then Dana, raw fucking lobster. I expected tonight to be your absolute best. Unfortunately, it's gone down in history as one of your worst! There will be no winning team.

[Sous-chef Scott goes up to the dorms and gathers the teams, but Gordon stops them once they get to the kitchen]

Gordon: Stay there! Stay there! Trust me; Scott, Andi, and I will finish service. Let me tell you that. That was shocking! I can't take any more. Do me a big favor: Each of you have a good chat, based on tonight's service, and come up with 1 individual from each team that should be leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight. And I hope to hell that all of you are feeling like fuck! Pathetic. All of you, upstairs. Get out of here.

Gordon: As a woman from Memphis, tonight's Southern cuisine menu should've been an easy walk in the park for Kimmie. But it turned out to be a difficult uphill battle, and that is why it was her time to go.

Gordon: The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!

Dana: (interview) Okay, this could be good for us, that mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!

Gordon: Red team! (holds the lamb)

Barbie: I sliced the lamb, Chef.

Gordon: (to Barbie) Did you sliced the lamb or chewed the lamb?

Dana: (interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?

[Gordon tastes red team's lamb and then choked]

Gordon: I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever his Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Malibu, visiting Santa Monica in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.

Dana: (interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!

Gordon: You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.

Chefs: Yes, chef.

Gordon: And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, there's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.

Clemenza: Fuck!

Gordon: Get cleaning.

Justin: Let's go guys.

Robyn: (interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.

[Finalists Christina and Justin have just finished their final service and standing in front of Ramsay, along with their teams.]

Gordon: That was an amazing service, you know that. That was amazing. Really good job.

[Everyone applauds.]

Christina: Thanks so much, guys. Seriously.

Gordon: Really good job indeed. And on the back of that, I'm changing things: For the first time ever, I've decided to do away with the whole two-door thing, because I'm ready to decide a winner. The winner of Hell's Kitchen is... Tavon.

[Everyone laughs.]

[Flashback to Tavon, who was the first contestant to be eliminated this season.]

Dan: I used whole butter. If it's good enough for Julia Child, it's good enough for me.

Gordon: Julia Child would be turning in her grave right now if she saw that. (tastes) It's fitting that you made this in Vegas because whoever eats that is sure to get the craps. Let me tell you. That is a joke.

Nedra: (interview) This bitch couldn't cook a scallop to save her life. I know that Chef is about to find out.

Gina Aloise: I've got the scallops ready.

Susan: Go Gina, you got to go.

Gina Aloise: Walking scallops chef.

Nedra: (interview) Mmm-hmm. Good luck to you, Gina! (brings her risotto to the pass) Risotto, right behind you chef, hot.

Gordon: [checks Gina's scallops] Aah? Hard! All of you, come here! [gets a scallop and flips it like a coin; throws it on the workstation] I guarantee a complete service tonight. You can't even hold it together for the second ticket. Get out, Gina!

[Gordon checks on capellini brought up by Sebastian]

Gordon: Taste that. How hot is that?

Sous-Chef James: Spicy, spicy.

Gordon: (returns to the workstation and spits pasta out) All of you, taste that! It's too spicy and it's disgusting! [throws his spoon away on the workstation] And again, scallops cooked beautifully.

Zach: (interview) What the fuck is going on? It's like deja vu on this motherfucker.

Gordon: (to Zach) How many times have you cooked scallops and not serve them?

Zach: Twice chef.

Sebastian: Sorry, bro.

Gordon: Sebastian, get it together!

Sebastian: Yes, chef!

Michael Langdon: Come on guys, let's go.

Sebastian: Okay Mikey-Wikey. (interview) I messed up a few times but I'm getting into the groove. I'm playing around. I'm trying to make the environment a little looser.

Gordon: The blue team, one hour into service and not one entrée out. You, (Sebastian) for the last time, take him (Barret) and him (Michael) and get out! And let me tell you something, you come back downstairs again, you'll be leaving through the front door. Now GET OUT! Three of you! You (Ray) on meat. You (Anthony) on meat. [Barret stands in the doorway] Oy, GET OUT!!

Barret: (interview) Now, I'm pissed off. I didn't do anything to get kicked out of this dinner service. (angrily throws his apron)

[Gordon returns a garnish with undercooked potatoes brought up by Susan]

Gordon: Ladies! Touch them.

Nedra: Hard chef.

Susan: (interview) Oh, my God. That's my garnish.

Gordon: Who cooked them?

Susan: I did chef.

Gordon: Yeah you, get out! Get out!

Susan: [under her breath] You're kidding me.

Gordon: Hey madam, you think it's funny?

Susan: No, no, no!

Gordon: Yeah, take your shit with you.

Susan: (interview) I know that this is not funny. I don't deserve to be kicked out of the kitchen. Danielle does. She was the one bringing the station down.

Danielle Boorn: Two chicken, two wellington. Yes chef. Sorry chef, I'm confused. Do you need the one for the redo and the two chicken and two wellington or do you just want the two chicken and two wellington?

[brief pause]

Gordon: GET OUT!

Danielle Boorn: Fuck!

Gordon: GET OUT!

Gordon: Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. Come on guys!

Ray, Jeremy and Zach: Yes chef.

[Jeremy's kale catches fire]

Zach: (interview) I'm looking at Jeremy sautéing that kale. I can see the kale nearly catching fire getting burnt!

Zach: Chef, turn that down.

Jeremy: Yeah, yeah.

Zach: Don't even serve that.

Jeremy: I'm not. Worry about your side, let me do my side! Yeah?

Zach: (interview) Fucking what?!

Dan: Hey, no territory bullshit!

Jeremy: (interview) It's my station and I don't need his help. So shut up and do what you're supposed to be doing.

Zach: Unfucking believable.

Gordon: Can we go with three halibut, one bass, one chicken?

Anthony: Seven minutes to the window.

Gordon: (to Jeremy) What are we going with?

Jeremy: Two halibut, one chicken chef.

Dan: Three halibut!

Jeremy: Three halibut, one chicken chef.

Gordon: Three halibut, one bass, one chicken! What are we going with?

Jeremy: (starts stuttering) The three, three, the three halibut, the two, uhh...

[Gordon pounds the workstation]

Anthony: (interview) Jeremy, he's telling it to you. Just say it right back man! I'm pretty sure birds can do that!

Anthony: (interview) Ray, you just stick your finger in to a risotto in front of Chef Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen. That's just stupid!

Gordon: [to Ray] You may be the oldest but out of respect, FUCK OFF!

Raymond: Yes Chef

[Ray leaves the kitchen]

Zach: You gotta be shittin' me! (interview) Blue Kitchen tonight is like being in the middle of a natural disaster. [to Anthony] My fucking heart is beating (interview) I'm not feeling good right now, it's getting hot, I start feeling pressure

Anthony: [to Zach] You Good?

Zach: I got it, I got it, I'm just breathing

Gordon: Risotto

Anthony: [brings up the risotto] Risotto Chef

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Anthony]

Gordon: (to Anthony) Just taste that.

Anthony: Fuck!

Gordon: Yeah, fuck.

Zach: (interview) Fuck!

Gordon: Get out! Get out!

Gordon: Sebastian tried to be funny, but it was his cooking that was the joke.

Nedra: (Knocks on a counter in the dorm) Let's press the bell bitch cause we can argue!

Susan: Ding!

Gina: Don't call me bitch!

Nedra: Don't mess with a heavyweight and you a lightweight.

Gina: You're dealing with the wrong person!

Nedra: Yes I'm dealing with a crazy, deranged person!

Gina: What a fucking baby.

Nedra: You need to watch your stuff.

Gina: (mockingly as she goes into the bedroom) Eah, she pointed her finger at me about the risotto, fuck off! (slams the door shut which causes a roof tile to come loose and hang over the door)

Amanda Giblin: Oh, my God! She just broke the ceiling!

[the Red team laughs]

[The chefs have just gathered outside for the next challenge, when suddenly, Gina speaks up]

Gina: Excuse me, chef? I have something to say.

Gordon: Please, Gina.

Gina: Unfortunately, I am not going to be staying here for this challenge. I'm going to be leaving.

Gordon: You happy to throw the towel in so quickly?

Gina: I have some personal issues; unfortunately, I have to.

Gordon: I'm not gonna stop you. Please go back up to the dorms, pack your stuff, and leave Hell's Kitchen.

Gina: Thank you, chef.

Red Team: Bye, Gina.

Nedra: Man, right on the team challenge, this stupid bitch backs out. Bitch, you gonna back out doing of a competition? Man, if you can't stand the heat get outta the kitchen. That bitch folded like a wet paper towel.

[Gina departs through the delivery service door with luggage in tow]

[Gordon returns a risotto to the workstation]

Gordon: What is that? Fucking muppets! All of you. All of you. All of you!

Gordon: You're the one that's supposed to be supporting them. How about supporting your fucking gut, (leads Christian and Jeremy to the Chef's Table) both of you sit down! Hey, enjoy your shit!

Jeremy: (interview) I don't know how I'm in this situation right now.

Gordon: (to a server) A glass of wine, please. For the two chefs.

Jeremy: (interview) It was his scallops. I had nothing to do with it.

Gordon: (to Christian and Jeremy) Enjoy! Fuck you! [returns to the workstation; to the Blue team] Hey, get a grip! (knocks his hand on the workstation) Scallops, urgently!

Jon: Heard!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Jon]

Gordon: This is a joke. Dry as fuck.

Sous-Chef James: It's awful.

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) STOP!

Jon: What?

Gordon: All of you! (raises one lamb) Who cooked that?

Jon: Fuck!

Gordon: Come here you! All of you, come here! How much more shit does one need to take?! The dining room full of guests waiting for that.

Jon: (interview) I'm so pissed at myself right now. I just want to punch myself in the dick.

Gordon: You're making me look like a fucking idiot. (throws his spoon away) GET OUT! Leave me alone! Leave, get out, get out, get out. (gives the lamb to Christian) There you go. There's your second course. Fuck off! GET OUT!!

Michael Langdon: (interview) I'm doing fucking 50,000 things right now, and Dan is failing at the one fucking task that he has. I need a lamb.

Dan: (slices his lamb) Zach?

Zach: How the fuck?

Dan: (interview) Okay, the lamb wasn't cooking fast enough. What the fuck do you want me to do about it other than to put it in the damn oven. [puts his lamb in the oven]

Michael Langdon: (to Dan) Dan, real time. How long?

Dan: (to Zach) How long?

Michael Langdon: YOU JUST LOOK AT THE FUCKING LAMB! HOW LONG?! [goes to the oven] OH, JESUS! FUCK! (interview) Then he asks Zach how long? Are you kidding me? How does that go? (to Dan) Get the fuck out of here! Get out! (interview) Really, if he lays one fucking finger on me, I'm gonna beat him all over the fucking room! I don't care if I walk off and go to jail tonight!

Gordon: [angrily slams the door] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO?!

Michael Langdon: (to Dan) You gotta talk to me, bro. That's it.

Dan: Alright.

Michael Langdon: You gotta fucking talk to me!

Dan: Stop yelling at me.

Michael Langdon: No, fuck you! Talk to me or get the fuck out and go home!

Gordon: (to Dan) You're throwing him under the bus all the fucking time!

Michael Langdon: Don't be sorry, dude!

Dan: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Michael Langdon: Don't be sorry!

Gordon: Look at him and talk at each other!

Dan: I'll fix it! I'm sorry!

Michael Langdon: Let's do it! Come on!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Danielle]

Gordon: Now it's overcooked.

Sous-Chef Andi: They're overcooked.

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) All of you, HEY!

Mary: (under her breath) Oh, my God.

Gordon: The Red team that loves taking the piss because they've flown off a private jet, they've been on a fucking mega super yacht and they think they're king dick because they've kissed Celine Dion's ass in fucking Vegas! Come here you! Touch that.

Gordon: Ladies, you are not the same outfit that opened this competition, let me tell you. (members of the Blue team that won the night's service exchange smiles and grins amongst each other) If you think what you've been through is challenging so far... I... I'm gonna turn up the heat. Because I need to start separating the chefs, from the cooks. Got it?

Red team: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Piss off!

Gordon: Every dinner service, Danielle looked like a deer in the headlights, and that's why she ended up as dead meat.

Gordon: I think you need a doctor right now! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

Ray: Two more salmon coming right up.

[Gordon returns some salmon with scrambled eggs to the workstation]

Gordon: All of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!

Blue team: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Some disgusting pig brought me the sample scrambled eggs. The sample scrambled eggs that I cooked an hour ago. [flashback to where Sous-chef Andi telling both teams to study the sample plates] These guests, they save lives on a daily basis and you want to serve that? JEREMY, DAN! YOU'LL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WITH THAT!!(tosses the plate on the workstation)

Narrator: It's early morning and Hell's Kitchen has opened its doors to serve breakfast to a group of much-deserving doctors, nurses and ENTs.

Gordon: On order, four covers Table 23! (finds that the ticket was badly written) I mean, fuck me. (shows the ticket to the Blue team) Hey, look at the way he wrote that ticket. Look at how badly that's written out! Barret!

Barret: What happened?

Gordon: Rewrite the ti-- Where's Jean-Philippe? Jean-Philippe, what is that?

Jean-Philippe: Come on.

Gordon: Oh, fuck off! (tears up the ticket) Hey JP, take him (Barret) and yourself back to fucking Belgium! Fuck right off! Fuck off!

[Jessica brings tickets to the pass]

Gordon: Jessica, why are these tickets taking so long?

Jessica Lewis: Sorry, chef. (gives Gordon a ticket)

Gordon: (reads) Hey, come here you, stop. Come here, look. (shows the ticket to Jessica) What is that? Look, is that two or three? What is that?

Jessica Lewis: Sorry, chef. That's--

Gordon: (tears up the ticket) No, no. Fuck off! Just how long were you schooled for?

Mary: (to Nedra) You can't put it back together and put it in the oven?

Andi: How long?

Nedra: Give me six minutes chef!

Gordon: Six minutes? What are you doing to me?!

Amanda Giblin: Guys, you're gonna kill the rest of the table!

Gordon: (returns a tray of entrées to the workstation and gives it to Nedra) There you go, Nedra. There's your six minutes. TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY! There you go. Mary, there you go. She told me she got another one. Where is it?

Mary: It's right here chef.

Nedra: It's here chef.

Gordon: So that's supposed to be funny?

Mary: No, I'm not laughing chef!

Gordon: When you say "I've got one more," you haven't got one more! I'll put one more on chef! I want to hear the fucking truth from you a little bit earlier! So I can relate to the fucking customers!

Nedra: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Get me Jessica. (calls Jessica in the dining room) Jessica!

Jessica Lewis: Yes, chef!

Gordon: (to Nedra) Hey you, come here you.

Nedra: Yes, chef!

Gordon: (to Jessica) Can you take this girl (to Nedra) and you explain. How about an apology to the fucking customers with a bit of respect.

Nedra: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Hurry up! (to Jessica) Take her there!

[Gordon asks for halibut in the Blue kitchen]

Gordon: Where is the fucking halibut?!

Ray: Coming up chef.

Zach: Come on, guys! Let's push this!

Anthony: (to Ray) Let's go, come on. Get those up.

Narrator: Ray hurries to deliver his third attempt at the same order of fish.

Gordon: I'M DONE!!(points to every member of the Blue team) You, you, you, you, you, you! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!

James: (Storms into the blue team's dorm with raw halibut) Hey, where are you guys?!

Jon: Right here, Chef!

James: I spent 18 hours with you guys today, I give you everything I got, and that's the shit you're gonna give me in front of Chef Ramsay?! Make me look like an asshole in a dining room full of people, I'll resign myself! I can't look at you guys anymore!

Gordon: Red team!

Cyndi: Yes, chef?

Gordon: One more mistake, and I'll kick you all out! [points to every member of the Red team]WAKE UP!

Red team: YES, CHEF!

[Gordon checks and slices a pork brought up by Mary]

Gordon: That's raw. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away; shows the raw pork to the Red team)

Amanda Giblin: Oh, my fucking god!

Gordon: COME HERE, ALL OF YOU!

Mary: Gosh.

Gordon: Yeah, you kept me waiting 28 minutes for raw pork. (points to every member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, you, you, you (slams the tray on the workstation)GET OUT!! DISASTER!! GET OUT!!

[Gordon has called both teams downstairs after kicking them out of service]

Gordon: Stay there! We're not done yet! The sous chefs and I are still cooking in there. There is no winning team, you both lost! Think of two individuals from each team that you want rid off! Now fuck off upstairs! (returns to the kitchen) Unbelievable!

Gordon: That's burned. (returns to the workstation) Fuck you all! [knocks the workstation] Damn! Come here, all of you! Come on! Hey look, there's no garnish around there and that's the biggest bit. Look at that there.

Dan: Fuck me!

Gordon: (raises the pizza and drops it) For kids, and kids, fucking kids!

Jon: (interview) Dan is like a monkey wrench in a machine. You're killing me, man!

[Continuing from the last episode, the red team drew a name out of a hat for which member to move to the blue team instead of deliberating.]

Gordon: All of you, head back to the red fucking kitchen and spend two minutes and decide amongst you! Hurry up! I didn't ask you to stick it in a fucking hat like some fucking game show! What is this?!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Ja'Nel]

Gordon: They're overcooked. No, no, no, no, no.

Andi: Oh, shit.

Susan: Yeah, we're moving. We got this.

Gordon: We're not fucking moving and yet you haven't got anything. What is that shit?

Ja'Nel: I'll do it again chef. I'm sorry, chef.

Gordon: Look at them. Just touch them. That is disgusting!

Ja'Nel: (interview) This is my worst nightmare. Fuck!

Gordon: I cannot believe you done that! What is happening in here?! (points to Susan) She's cooking four risottos, we need two (points to Ja'Nel) and you're bastardizing scallops! I'll reduce the menu, I'll pull down the appetizers, pull down the entrées for you to shine!

Susan: (interview) Ja'Nel is dronwning at this point. You are dragging the team down.

Gordon: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

Mary: (interview) I just want to slap her. Ja'Nel, wake up! Come on! You're so much better than this!

Gordon: Why can't you do the cold? (to Zach) Why did she drop [the pasta] that?

Zach: She said she don't need any help.

Gordon: My worry is the slowness.

Nedra: (interview) Chef, just watch how to let me fucking do this, I don't need no help!

Gordon: If I was on the Blue team, I'd have her off the fucking appetizers, I'll put her on the garnish, and someone with a pair of balls could step up and take over that fucking mess! (to the Blue team; goes to Nedra's station) All of you, come here! Just look! Just look at the fucking mess in here! The shit, the disarray, the disorganization and look, [gets a basket of pasta on Nedra's station] look, look. LOOK AT THE MESS!!

Nedra: YES, CHEF! I'M GONNA GET IT TOGETHER!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Jon]

Gordon: This is a joke. They're not seared! (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Quick!

Jon: Are you serious?

Gordon: Like mush. Mush, mush MUSH! (knocks his hand on the workstation) It's just a fucking joke!

Anthony: Fuck! (interview) God, are you kidding me? We can't even get past hot apps this late of the competition? God, it's humiliating!

Gordon: (interrupting Mary) No, it's not four minutes, come here! It's sushi time! Just touch that. I don't know what you're doing now. Do you know who this is for?

Cyndi: The VIP chef.

Ja'Nel: (Interview) The one VIP in the house and I'm fucking ruining it. (to Gordon) Sorry, chef. (Interview) I hope this is a bad dream. I mean someone pinch me, slap me, shake me out of this hell hole that I'm in right now.

Gordon: I'm done! (points to every member of the Red team) YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!!

Cyndi: Fuck me!

Gordon: GET OUT! (to Cyndi) Hey! Excuse me, Madam!

Cyndi: Yes, chef!

Gordon: "Fuck me"?! How about "FUCK YOU"?!

Cyndi: (interview) How are we making these stupid mistakes?

Gordon: I'm done! FUCK OFF! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!

Gordon: Nedra wore a red jacket and a blue jacket, but after tonight's performance, I knew that she wouldn't be wearing a black jacket.

Gordon: Come here. All of you, come here. [leads the Final five to the back counter; points to Antonio Sabàto, Jr. at the Chef's Table] We have a VIP guest in the fucking kitchen. What is that? IT'S MUSH! ABSOLUTE MUSH!! What is happening?!

Gordon: Here we go. Two covers, Table 21: two mussels, entrée: one halibut, one New York Strip.

Final Five: Yes, chef!

Susan: Two minutes on this order: one halibut, one New York!

Jon: Three minutes, heard.

Gordon: Who called? What's she yelling about? Susan called out halibut, New York steak and we haven't sent out the appetizers. What's going Susan?

Susan: Right now, we have one halibut, and one New York!

Gordon: Hey, all of you, come here! Stop what you're doing, all of you. She's firing entrees, one halibut, one New York Strip. FYI dumbo, we haven't even sent the appetizers!

Mary: (interview) What is Susan thinking right now? Like, what are you thinking Susan?

Gordon: Is the ticket crossed out?

Final Five: No, chef.

Gordon: What are you doing to them?

Susan: We fired that ticket chef.

Gordon: Who's we?! I didn't!

Antonio Sabato Jr.: She's screwed.

Gordon: All of a sudden, you're the chef, right?

Susan: No, chef! No!

Gordon: Step up. Here you go. (takes off his apron and gives it to Susan) Here you go. You fucking run it then. Here you go. Andi, leave her alone.

Jon: (interview) Susan can't even give correct times on her own station. She's running the kitchen? (sighs) We're fucked.

Susan: Sorry.

Gordon: You run it! Fuck it, there you go, run it! (tosses his tongs on the hotplate) Fucking good luck. Off you go. This is a fucking joke. Andi, fuck 'em. Leave 'em. (Gordon and Andi walk out of the kitchen) Pathetic.

Narrator: It's the signature dish challenge and Mike from New Jersey has cost the men their first point and now his mouth may have cost him something else.

Gordon: (Mike stands in silence) Yeah, okay. You got anything to say to me, say it to my face, not my back.

Mike: Got it chef.

Gordon: Now, fuck off!

Narrator: As the bad news continues to pour into the Red kitchen...

Joy: I'm pulling the scallops now.

Narrator: ...Chef Ramsay shifts his attention back to the Blue kitchen.

Gordon: How long for the risotto?

Gaurav: Risotto's two more minutes chef.

Narrator: Desperate for something...

Gordon: There's nothing coming out!

Narrator: anything positive.

Gordon: There's nine of you fucking standing there playing with yourselves. [Gaurav sticks his finger into the risotto and tastes it] Oh, no! Hey you. Hey, come here you. We do not stick our fingers in the fucking food, lick it and go back inside! What is this?!

Gaurav: Sorry, chef.

Gordon: Does anyone have any respect for the customers standing behind me?

Gaurav: I'll get a grip chef.

Gordon: Don't worry about getting a grip. Next time, YOU'RE OUT! GET IT TOGETHER!

Gordon: (to Gabriel) Big boy, come here you! All of you, just touch the scallops! They're bullets, they're rubber bullets! Look at the color of them. It's overcooked, rubber shit! (to DeMarco and Gabriel) What are you two doing?! [angrily smashes the scallops; to the Blue team] Fuck off out of here! GET OUT!! All of you, GET OUT! I'm done!

Scott Commings: Chef, can I stay?

Gordon: GET OUT!!

[Kashia brings her scallops to the pass, Gordon checks it]

Gordon: They're rubber. Way, way overcooked.

Kashia: My scallops are up there.

Gordon: Who cooked them?

Kashia: I finished it. Bev started it, I finished it.

Gordon:Just touch them! They're rubber! They're bouncy! [throws the scallops like a ball on the workstation] They bounce! This is the worst opening night in the history of Hell's Kitchen! GET OUT!

Kashia: Yes, chef!

Gordon: (to JP) Jean-Philippe!

Jean-Philippe: Oui chef?

Gordon: I cannot stand the embarrassment any longer. Shut it down.

Jean-Philippe: Yes.

Gordon: There's so many things about India that I love. It's a shame Gaurav isn't one of them.

Anton: (interview) DeMarco is pathetic. Literally searing tuna, a three-year old could do it.

Gordon: Okay?! It's not hot the pan!

DeMarco: Yes, chef.

Gordon: [knocks his hand on the workstation] If you can't sear this tuna, (points to DeMarco's chef's jacket and apron) take that off, get that off and fuck off home, okay?

DeMarco: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on lobster brought up by Beth]

Gordon: They're raw.

Andi: They're fucking cold.

Gordon: And they're fucking cold. All of you, COME HERE!

Nicole: Oh, God.

Gordon: Look, a raw lobster tail. No, no, no, NO![throws the lobster tail away on the workstation] I don't know where to go! (to Nicole and Simone) Both of you have given up (to Bev and Beth) and you two are shit! Where do I go?! WHERE DO I GO?!! Can I have two risotto and two lobster?!

Red team: Yes, chef!

Narrator: Back in the Blue kitchen, DeMarco is trying to prove he can complete the simple task of searing a tuna.

Gordon: Let's go.

DeMarco: Chef, tuna. (interview) I do know how to sear tuna. There's an incredible amount of pressure in this fucking place.

Gordon: (checks DeMarco's tuna) DeMarco! Did the pan make a hissing noise?

DeMarco: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Congratulations, that's seared tuna!

DeMarco: Yes, chef. (interview; claps) Yes! [smiles]

[Kashia and Beth bring their entrées to the pass, Gordon checks them]

Gordon: (on Kashia's wellingtons) Wellington's cooked beautifully.

Kashia: Thank you chef!

Gordon: Hey, don't dare start celebrating. Let's get that right.

Kashia: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Half the table's missing, Beth and Bev!

Beth & Bev: Yes, chef?

Gordon: The two B's! (gets a piece of halibut) Just touch how firm that is. Just a dry, just flaky mess. Dry fucking mess. [throws the halibut on the tray]

Kashia: (interview) Beth's gotta pull it together, she want to be here.

Gordon: (disgusted) Oh, fuck off.

Beth: (interview) I'm not stupid, I know how to cook fish.

Gordon: (to Beth) Re-fire two halibut!

Melanie: Heard that.

Beth: Shit!

[Gordon checks on halibut and chicken brought up by Scott and Gabriel]

Narrator: Chef Ramsay is still waiting for Nicole and Simone to deliver an acceptable lobster risotto.

Gordon: (to Joy) How does that make you feel?

Joy: Disappointed chef.

Nicole: Oh, fuck.

Joy: (interview) It's one thing to be frustrated, but I think Nicole is feeling a little bit defeated.

Nicole: Walking with the risotto. [brings her risotto to the pass]

Joy: (interview) You know, Nicole? If you feel like you have no more to give, then maybe you should go home.

Gordon: [returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] All of you, stop! That is so fucking peppery, it's actually started discoloring! (to Simone and Nicole) You two, get out! (to Rochelle) Rochelle, get on the appetizers. (to Joy) Joy, get on the fucking appetizers.

Rochelle & Joy: Yes, chef.

[Richard brings Gabriel's chicken to the pass, Gordon checks it]

Gordon: Oh, my good God. [returns and angrily throws a piece of chicken on the workstation] Again, chicken that is fucking PINK!![angrily slams the chicken on the workstation]SHIT!!!

Gabriel: (interview) Fuck, man.

Gordon: RAW CHICKEN FOLLOWED BY RAW CHICKEN! All of you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!!

Jason Zepaltas: (interview) I can't believe this happened. Some people are just idiots. If you cannot work under the pressure on the demands of Chef Ramsay, then go home.

[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Beth]

Gordon: Hey ladies, come here! Beth, that's you!

Beth: (interview) Oh, no...

Gordon: The halibut is still raw. Just touch the skin, Beth! Move, it doesn't mind. It's dead! Soggy and cooked to fuck!

Melanie: (interview) I don't understand why Beth and Bev couldn't pull it together for the lifeof them.

Gordon: [angrily throws his towel in the workstation]FUCK!! BYE-BYE! GET OUT!!

Rochelle: (interview; sighs, then pretends to faint)

[Gordon throws away the halibut against the wall which the fish smashes into pieces]

[Beth, Simone, DeMarco and Gabriel have been nominated for elimination]

Gordon: Okay. When I think of the choices that I have tonight, standing in front of me, I think there's one person who has shown me no passion, no fightback, and no leadership. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [points behind the nominated chefs] Nicole! You've got to get out, immediately. [Nicole hands her jacket over to Chef Ramsay] Good night. [Nicole walks toward the exit without saying anything] Good night!

Nicole: (under her breath) Yeah, good night, you fucking asshole. (voiceover, as she flips the camera off on the way out) I'm not gonna cry like a little bitch. I don't give two flying fucks what he thinks, or what he says. He can kiss my big, fat ass. (blows a kiss) Goodbye Chef Ramsay.

Gordon: I'm not looking for a line cook. But if I were, I still wouldn't have hired Nicole. She was useless.

Gordon: Simone, good night. [calls Mike and tosses his chef's jacket to him] Mike, here's your jacket. Back in line. (to DeMarco and also tosses his chef's jacket to him) DeMarco, back in line. [brief pause] Get out guys.

Gordon: Hell's Kitchen is about making someone's wish come true. Simone wished to leave Hell's Kitchen. That was an easy one. Wish granted.

[A couple is about to walk out due to a loss of patience for their entrees]Jean-Philippe: Hello Woman: Hi uh... I've got other places to be. We've been waiting for an hour. Jean-Philippe: What, yeah [to Gordon] Chef Gordon: Yes Jean-Philippe: A table is about to walk out Gordon: Can you bring them over please Jean-Philippe: Yeah, please with me Gordon:[to the couple] Please come through [the couple enters The Blue Kitchen]Gordon: Hey Blue Team, all of you come here. That's you as well Anton! This couple are now walking out because they're not prepared to wait any longer for their food and you just say [mocks Gabriel] five minutes chef! Two minutes chef! I'm gonna apologize on their behalf, my apologies, please take the details, I'd like to invite them back in a couple of weeks time. Jean-Philippe: Definitely Gordon:[to the Blue Team] WAKE UP! Richard: We apologize folks Gordon: And now when you look at me Gabriel and say hey it's five minutes they're leaving now! Gabriel: I can't send out anything raw Chef! Gordon: Hey come here you! [slams his fist on the work surface] I told you at the beginning of service to get the fucking chicken cooked Gabriel: Yes Chef Gordon: But your right because you can't send it out fucking raw but how long do you need. FORTY-FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!?Gabriel: Yes Chef

[Gordon checks on the fish by Ralph]Gordon: Hey Blue Team come here Anton: Yes Chef Gordon:ALL OF YOU!!! Just touch that, it's not overcooked it's like mush. It's like SOAKING WET DIAPER SHIT FISH AND CHIPS! All of you come here. This is way too painful. You, you, you, you, you and you, fuck off upstairs and have a rapid meeting and come up two individuals for elimination to get the fuck out of here now GET OUT![The Blue Team leave the kitchen]Gordon:[to Melanie] Two fresh fish and chips urgently! Melanie: Dropping right now chef

Anton: Honestly chef, Scott is causing a lot of confusion in the corner for me. [Scott gives a shocked face] And that's right off that he'll gonna give.

Jason Zepaltas: He just wanted to blame that to us, man.

Anton: I'm not blaming it to anybody.

Gordon: Hey, hey all of you! HEY, ALL OF YOU, FUCKING COME HERE!!(kicks a bin; leads the Blue team to the pantry)GET IN HERE!! I suggest you fucking have a meeting and sort your shit out! FUCKERS!![slams the door; returns to the pass]

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Anton]

Gordon: It's overcooked. All of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!! What is the one thing I asked Anton?

[Both teams lost the night's service; the Blue team have nominated Scott and Anton while the Red team have nominated Rochelle and Sandra for elimination; Gordon makes his decision]

Gordon: My decision is...... Anton. Take off your jacket and stay there. (points to Sandra) Sandra, take your jacket off. (to Scott and Rochelle) Scott, Rochelle. Take your jackets off. All four of you, listen carefully. Since your teams felt that you were the reasons that they could not coordinate I'm changing it up. Anton and Scott, both of you are going to the Red team.

Melanie: Fuck!

Gordon: Rochelle and Sandra, both of you are going to the Blue team. [Jason gives a shocked look] Give me your jackets. Join your new teams. Everyone of you, right now has a chance of winning this competition. Stand out, shine. Get out of here.

Narrator: In the Blue kitchen, Rochelle is ready with her first entrées.

[Rochelle brings her chicken to the pass, Gordon checks it]

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. That is pink.

Narrator: Well, almost ready.

Gordon: Rochelle?

Rochelle: Yes, chef?

Gordon: Pink chicken. Come on, get it back in the oven or a pan! Braise it, let's go! Pink!

Gabriel: (interview) You just do not fucking serve raw chicken. That's just 101.

Jason Zepaltas: (to Rochelle) How long on your chicken refire?

Rochelle: I need thirty seconds. Sorry guys, that will not happen again.

[Scott brings Anton's chicken to the pass]

Scott Commings: Chicken chef.

Gordon: (checks Anton's chicken) That is pink, right?

Andi: Yeah.

Gordon: Hey Scott! You sliced the chicken, yes?

Scott Commings: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Look, pink there. I'm showing you there.

Scott Commings: Yes, chef.

Gordon: That's two minutes under!

Scott Commings: (interview) I wasn't really responsible for that. I was just trying to help and do whatever I could for the team. I sliced the chicken, that's it.

Gordon: You sliced it, right?

Scott Commings: Yes, I did chef. Yes and I didn't see that part right there. Give me twenty seconds chef!

Gordon: Oh, fuck off. Chicken, Scott?

Scott Commings: Yes, chef! Twenty seconds!

[Kashia brings her salmon to the pass]

Kashia: One salmon, you have to walk with that welli.

Narrator: And while Kashia hustles her salmon to the pass,

Gordon: Wellingtons, where are they?

Anton: Ten minutes left on those two wellingtons.

Gordon: Ten minutes?

Anton: Yes, chef.

Narrator: Anton appears to be in no particular hurry.

Gordon: Is there any way you guys can talk to each other? She's [Kashia] running over the salmon, (to Kashia; points to Anton) he's fucking ten minutes away!

Joy: (interview) What do you do when there's no protein? You're standing there and waiting to get cursed out some more because that's all you can do. These two men, they suck!

Gordon: (goes to Kashia's station and returns her salmon) Hey, here's your salmon. You cooked them properly this time, unfortunately, you're miles away.

Narrator: Thanks to Anton, Kashia must sacrifice her perfectly cooked salmon and cook another one. Meanwhile, back in the Blue kitchen...

Rochelle: [while cutting her wellingtons] Oh, I think I need a bread knife.

Gordon: (goes to Rochelle's station) Wait, Rochelle.

Narrator: Rochelle's wellingtons have caught Chef Ramsay's eye.

Rochelle: (interview) Oh, crap! Please, please be perfectly cooked. Please be cooked at all. Do not be blue or purple inside.

Gordon: (slicing the wellingtons) Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Rochelle: Okay.

Gordon: Sauce, please.

Rochelle: Okay.

Gordon: You've never worked in a professional kitchen on the line before you come here?

Rochelle: Never ever.

Gordon: You cook like you've been working in a kitchen for five years.

Rochelle: Oh, thank you chef. (interview) To be complimented by Chef Ramsay, I mean for him to take me seriously as a potential candidate for a head chef, [brings her sauce to the pass] Walking with my wellington sauce. (interview) that blows my mind. It really does.

Gordon: Rochelle, that's beautifully cooked.

Jason Zepaltas: Yes!

Rochelle: Thank you chef.

Narrator: Back in the Red kitchen, Kashia is ready once again with her salmon.

Kashia: [brings her salmon to the pass] Two salmon.

Gordon: Two salmon, two fucking wellington!

Narrator: But is Anton ready with his beef wellingtons?

Anton: I need two wellingtons cut.

Scott Commings: Wellingtons, are they ready to go?

Anton: They're sitting right there, cut them off for me, please.

Scott Commings: (slicing the wellingtons) Shit.

Anton: These are overcooked.

Scott Commings: Yeah, fuck.

Gordon: Wellington, let's go!

Scott Commings: (slicing another wellington) That's overcooked too, man. Those are all over.

Anton: Oh, god-damn it!

Gordon: Hello?!

Anton': Those are my two newest. I've got a replacement.

Gordon: Hey, hey, hey anything?!

Scott Commings: I'm checking! There are some of them that are over chef! I'm working on it right now!

Joy: (interview) It was like a little wellington cemetery tonight for sure. Like, you know how expensive those things are?

Gordon: (goes to Anton's station) Stop! All of you, stop! Anton, these are not a little over.

Anton: That's way over, yes. Obviously, I screwed it up with the oven. Next door's oven, I got it down bad, this one I screwed it up.

Gordon: Oh, fuck me.

Scott Commings: (interview) I just don't understand making an excuse for an oven, or whatever. I mean, it doesn't matter.

Andi: What is your process?

Anton: Normally next door, it's 18 minutes, five minutes on the side. I let it rest for another five minutes--.

Anton: I understand that chef. (interview) Don't think I'm gonna let some little girl get into my face, start ripping into a shit because you got issues on being a woman in the kitchen. (to Sous-chef Andi) I was just saying that this is way overcooked.

Andi: Stop talking back!

Anton: (interview) You will not break me and I'm going to just going to piss you off more on purpose.

Andi: Anton, fucking pull it together!

Anton: I have it together, chef!

Andi: [angrily gets into Anton's face]DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME!! DON'T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME!

Anton: I'm not talking back to you!

Andi: YES, YOU ARE! Pull it together! You're fucking doing this on purpose!

Joy: Anton, cut it yo!

Kashia: (interview) He crossed the line. She's in charge. Unh-unh, you don't do that. You don't even rock like that.

Gordon: Just look at the standard. Seriously, I had some good services in my time in Hell's Kitchen, but nothing quite as good as tonight. That is immaculate. Great job. Well done.

Blue team: Thank you chef.

Melanie: Great job, team. (interview) WHOOOO! Best service so far. Holy shit, I called it, too! I mean, I can jump into the Red team tomorrow and have a great service. I can jump back into the Blue team mid-service and have a great service. (to Rochelle) Told you I'd make a difference on your team!

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell, man. All of you, STOP!! Hey, HEY!!! Come here! QUICK!! The one table I begged for absolute perfection, touch that! Look at these here! How can I serve that?! Secondly, it's overcooked! Touch them! COME ON!! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Gabriel! Of all the tables!

Rochelle: (under her breath) Ohh, gosh.

Gabriel: Fuck me, man!

Rochelle: You got it, Gabriel. Don't worry. (interview) Gabriel, this is like Minnie Driver's table. Get it together! (to Gabriel) Let us know Gabriel if you need help.

Gordon: (to the servers) Go with that please, guys.

[Gordon asks for scallops in the Blue kitchen]

Gordon: Scallops, please!

Gabriel: 45 seconds!

Gordon: Yeah, hurry up you! Eight guests from the Oxfam table have been served, I'm begging you for the scallops!

Gordon: [leads Scott and Gabriel to the pantry and slams the door] What the fuck are you two doing?! You're out of fucking control!

Scott Commings: No, chef!

Gordon: (to Scott) You knew you went over, and you still bring it to me!

Scott Commings: No, chef! I didn't think I held it that far!

Gordon: [throws the tray away] You still brought it to me!

Scott Commings: I apologize chef. I didn't mean to do that.

Gordon: (to Gabriel) And your skin is soft!

Gabriel: Yes, chef.

Gordon: You two, ready to go?

Scott Commings & Gabriel: No, chef!

Gordon: WAKE UP!

Scott Commings: Yes, chef!

[Jean-Philippe asks Scott for salmon in the Red kitchen]

Jean-Philippe: (enters the Red kitchen) Scott, [repeatedly knocks the workstation] I do need the salmon!

Scott Commings: Salmon's a minute and a half out.

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Gabriel]

Gordon: All of you, COME HERE! [throws his spoon away] Yeah! Oh, really?! What next?! What possibly could be wrong?! The salmon is fucking raw! It's raw and it's stone-fucking cold! [throws the salmon on the tray; to Gabriel] STOP! YOU ARE DONE! The competition for you is over! GET OUT!

Gabriel: Yes, chef. [tries to return to the dorms]

Gordon: Hey, young man! [points to the front entrance] Front door! GET OUT!

Rochelle: (interview) Crap, that's a bad way to leave.

Gabriel: (to the Blue team) Sorry, team.

Gordon: GET OUT!

Minnie Driver: (sees Gabriel going through the dining room) Ohh!

Gabriel: That fucked me, man.

Jason: (interview) You can just be thrown out of that kitchen. It's that late in the game and it's that serious.

Gabriel: It just didn't go my way tonight. It's just one bad service too many. Instead of getting a black jacket, they took my blue jacket. My fucking heart hurts right now because it was this fucking close.

Gordon: With Gabriel causing such a disaster in the kitchen tonight, it was hard to tell who else I should send home. So, I gave everybody the thrill of getting a black jacket. But somebody will definitely be going home after the next dinner service.

Gordon: That is not the attitude I expect at this stage of the game, let me tell you!

Gordon: Joy's quitting was one of the most shocking things I've ever experienced in Hell's Kitchen. But her lack of maturity tonight proved that she is not ready to be a head chef because leaders never quit.

Gordon: La Tasha has all the right ingredients to be a great chef. She's creative, a strong leader, has great attention to detail and has an outstanding palate. But the thing I love most about La Tasha, is her determination. I know that she's ready for the challenge of being my head chef in Atlantic City and I couldn't be happier.